Cynthia asked, “Do you want to look inside?”Tim said, “I guess we should.”“Not me. I’m not going in there without a Hazmat suit. The dust ...is probably deadly.”“We can look in from the front and back doors. We can peek in the windows.”“Okay.”Cynthia unlocked the front door and opened it. The air that boiled out was stale and stank to high heaven. There was no way that air was healthy. The condition of the interior of the house was even worse than she remembered it.Tim said, “That’s bad.”Cynthia. Literally pooling... and pouring spit... your spit... down underneath...and back down... to the backside... of His balls... again... where itall began... in the first place... looking at it... winking up at you...in the unspoken... and unmistakable invitation... begging... for akiss... from you... and after several... several... long minutes... ofliterally worshiping... Hs butt hole... He turns back over... onto Hisback... and presenting you... with His hard cock... to be sucked off...again.... He took a look at my wet blouse, which was sticking to my huge tits like a second skin, grinned at me and said, “Sure. Jump in.”I grabbed my suitcase from the trunk of my worthless car and climbed into the passenger side of his truck, tossing my bag into the space just behind the front seat. He put the truck in gear and got back on the road, as we chit chatted and asked about each other.His name was Stewart (Stu), and he was on a long haul from Tampa to Dallas via Atlanta. I had been hoping. I clenched the cocks and held onto James as Tim began to fuck my ass vigorously. With each pump I slid on James' cock as well and he grabbed my breasts—trying to suck them. "Yes! Oh yes! Oh boys! Fuck me! Oh shit! Ah!" The orgasm built in my body and I squirmed and writhed from so much stimulation, so much longing, so much needing, and so much lust. With each pump from their cocks I felt it grow and grow."Oh my! Ah! Ah!" James yelled.Tim began to fuck my ass as fast as he could. He grunted and.