She winked at me as she immeditalybegan unzipping my pants.I didn't know what to do. Missy was yanking my pants off and sticking hermouth directly ont...o my cock. Her tongue was like a tornado.Jesus Christ, who knew Jerry could take a cock so deep? And who knew hewas such a slut as Missy?!I need to stop this, but oh fuck! It feels so good. She looked up at mesubmissively after she had had her fun down there. She stood up andslipped her panties off. Her cock was hard too. My brain couldn't. “I thought gimp was an offensive term.”“Only for the disabled, not non-rutting satyrs.”For some reason I was annoyed. “I’ll show you rutting.”“Promises, promises,” came Lavi’s teasing from the front seat.I rolled my eyes and yawned. I looked out the window and saw an exit sign. We still had a ways to go.It was an odd sensation. My arm was usable but my shoulder wasn’t. I successfully used the bathroom with Lavi’s help. A woman at the counter gave us grief as we had started to enter together but. "We are in Oregon. Thought I'd tell you before you asked. This area is well inland and away from heavily populated towns. Your closest neighbor from here, if you choose this spot, is about five miles away. The closest town of any size is six miles in that direction," he said, pointing off to the west.So we tramped around the wet undergrowth and looked the place over. He did say there was a high rainfall average for the area, which turned me off. I told him that while I liked the place, it was. “I thought I’d like to go to New Zealand for the honeymoon. We can hire a car and just drive around as we please, and stop when we want to. What do you think?” he asked.“That’s not how you plan a holiday,” she scolded.“Yes, it is. It’s the best way. Mum and I used to chuck a bag of clothes in the car, and then we’d pick a direction and drive. If we found something interesting, we stopped. We’d check out the information centres when we got somewhere and go do whatever took our fancy.”“We’d take.