At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling I can only describe as like being giv...en a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head.Religion hadn't featured much in my life until that night but I suddenly became willing to convert to any religion to stop the violent burning around the turd tunnel and what seemed like the destruction of the meat and two veg.Stuggling to not bite through my bottom. Her stomach was filling her skirt and she looked as if she was pregnant. She was also upset at being in discomfort and knowing what she was going to have to do to recover the lost token of love. I immediately knew I had to take charge here if the job was going to be done right. I could feel my heart rate rise as the anticipation of what I was going to get that little anus of hers to perform. My pants were soaking in anticipation and the flight home had left me with dirty wet knickers that I was. ‘Not your fault,’ he said. ‘I’m the one forgot he was going to the coast.’ It didn’t take long for the coffee to perk. Carla poured two cups and looked at Bert. ‘Cream and sugar?’ she asked. ‘Black,’ he replied. ‘Want a donut or something to go with it?’ Carla asked. ‘Sure,’ Bert replied. Carla got some donuts out of her bread saver and the two of them sat at the table, drinking coffee and munching. They both were aware of a tension between them neither of them had felt before and didn’t. My one hand was on the steering wheel and the other was down the back of her skirt. Regina wasn’t wearing panties giving me easy access to her hot asshole and wet pussy. I had a finger in each hole toying with her as she swirled her tongue around my shaft. I moaned in disappointment as I noticed a police car was then on my ass. I tried to get Regina to get right as I pulled off the country road into a wooded lane. As the squad car behind us stopped right on my bumper I finally got my cock.