I found myself a couple in a people carrier, him behind her, fucking away. The interior light was on, illuminating a pretty blonde girl with big tits ...being shagged by a bloke old enough to be her granddad. She saw me watching through the window and a brief discussion with the old guy followed and she opened the door.“Give me more cock!” She demanded, and I acquiesced, putting my semi-hard penis in front of her face. Her expression was rapt as she stroked it to full life, hardly seeming. Rooney came out of her erotic stupor in a hurry. “Ooohh, Victor, baby! What are you doing?”Mrs. Doyle already knew. “Lots of things, Maggie! Lots of things!”“You’re right, Francine!” Vic said while sliding my fingers along her smooth satiny thighs, feeling their smoothness while lowering his face right to the hot pussy he wanted. Francine cooed softly by his delicate touch. “Ooohh, baby! I like that! I like it a lot!”“Well then, Francine baby! If you liked that, you’re gonna love. For the next several minutes she slapped my face and beat at my tits, "That's it baby" Carl said "Beat the fuckin' whore" he added. "You like that whore?" he asked me as I reeled from the pain. I didn't answer at first, "Answer the man you fuckin' bitch" she said to me as she slapped me harder "Yes, yes" I cried out, "I fuckin' like it" I added. She stopped and I watched as she now undressed. She had a nice figure with a perky set of tits and a clean shaven crotch which she caressed as I. “Yes.” They sat silently, his head still in her lap. Then he got up and said, “The sun will be down by the time we get back to the car, if we leave now,” he said. “Let’s go.” He bundled up their stuff and and put it in the backpack. Alis pulled him to her and kissed him on the lips, softly. They had kissed many times. Usually playfully, often with true love for each other, but not the kiss that only lovers share. This kiss was different than past kisses. It wasn’t ardent or passionate. It was a.