There was sensuality to her movements that would have made my cock hard if it wasn't already trying to burst out of my pants. Carla lowered herself on...to the bed and then rolled onto her back. With her long dark hair spread out on the pillow on the right side of her head and her legs slightly spread allowing me a peek at the dark outline of her pubic mound through the sheer material of her panties, she was a vision of erotic loveliness. I was frozen in place, immobilized by her sexual. He felt my muscles relax and then started to pump me. It was still hurting but it didn’t take long and the thing felt good. I started to think for the first time in about 10 minutes and it is hit me. I am getting fucked in the arse. I felt proud of myself and wanted to make the most of this. Despite the pain I started rocking in time to fucking and the guy on the other side was fucking me fast and hard at this point. With my nipples rock hard and pushing through my tight vest top I reached. He got off of the bed and went to stand in front of my feet. He knelt on the floor and began to take each one of my toes into his mouth. His hands were rubbing my feet while his mouth was taking its time with each of my toes. It was all I could do to keep my eyes open, instead of letting them roll back into my head. Then he sat on his haunches and reached his hands up and pulled off my lacy black thong. He sat there and stared at my pussy and looked up again into my eyes. He kept his eyes. It was out of town and down a winding country lane, then up the narrow drive to my home, my haven away from the eyes of the world. Whilst walking struggling with the bags I decided that I would find a way of getting my food delivered. Some supermarkets used email order systems and home delivery. I would do that as soon as I got in. In future they would be surprised that I was not there for them to gape at. I felt quite smug as I rounded the bend. I gasped. The motorhome was parked by the side.