I could feel his eyes trying to see as much of my boobs and thighs he could. I noticed he was holding his beer in his lap, so something must have begu...n to happen down there, that he was trying to hide.As Victor came back, I turned over to lay on my stomach, as he started to rub the lotion on my back. My loving hubby rubbed my neck and my back down to reach my buttocks.Then he paused and told Tom he would go inside for making a call to his Boss; it was something important and he had almost. Dammit! Why do you have to ask silly questions like that"My dearly beloved's response was to aim a kick where, had it connected, might have brought tears to my eyes and a pair of lumps to the back of my neck. I grabbed the foot and hopped her gently backwards until the back of her leg connected with the bed and she sat down."It was quite disgusting - you were almost dribbling!"I laughed, which, in retrospect, was probably not the best idea."Why do men have this thing about big breasts?" She was. He wailedand hot tears ran down his satiny cheeks. At that moment he felt utterlyvulnerable, which robbed him of more of what little remained of his maleego.The harsh swatting went on for another twenty strokes, until his backsidewas bright red and twitching uncontrollably. He couldn't stem the flowof tears and his nose was running. At last the unforgiving woman halted,though Frank was still terrified that she might start up again. She lefthim in suspense for several minutes before setting. He placed the head of his cock at my ass and pushed. All at once, he shoved his cock deep into my ass. “Umpf!” he grunted.He pushed so hard that my pelvis crashed into the stall; I was against the stall from face to knees. He kept his forearm against my neck to keep me there. He began to fuck me.I couldn’t help myself. I wanted him to fuck me so bad, my hips jerked back to meet his thrusts. He pumped into me a few more times. “You trashy little truck stop whore,” he almost sang, “This is what.