I had a few thousand bucks available on my credit card. It was time to buy a place to stay.Down near South Chicago Heights was a storage yard that IDO...T (Illinois Department of Transportation--the tollway authority) hauled all the stuff involved in collisions on Illinois tollways from the Indiana border to the Wisconsin state line. I had an idea that I might find a trailer there. I'd seen camping trailers at junk yards before. I took a little trip, hoping that I'd led the good life and lady luck. . More to come.....Yep she went and i just finished listening to their hour and a half quickie....The thing that stood out this time is that from the time she pushed record till her first orgasm was 7 minutes and 38 seconds and they pretty much never took a break . 1 orgasm after another then she came home and hung out in the living room for a couple hours before finally coming in the room and fucking me for about 5 minutes then having me jerk myself off. Once again she clowned me on how small. Uncle Pete grabbed her arm with his free hand and being as thin as she was, his fingers easily wrapped around her upper arm, clenching tightly. "What are you doing? Let me go!" Allison pulled against him. His smelly booze breath right in her face, he unzipped his pants and started rubbing harder. He pushed Allison onto the sofa. Her eyes widened in fear. Uncle pete yanked at her skirt until it ripped away in two flimsy pieces. Her then forced his knee in between her thighs, rubbing against her. As Ben made some rejoinder, Mark slipped a couple of fingers inside my skimpy panties. His fingers stroked my lips, getting me damp as Cindy said, “Well, surely there must be some way to keep the know-nothing idiots out of the process.” “Unfortunately, most ways to do that are unconstitutional also,” I managed to say as Mark’s fingers found their way inside me, wriggling back and forth, giving me delightful sensations. Ben said, “You can’t completely suppress the voice of the people.” I wanted.