My wife was wearing a loose skirt, which she used to wear very often to take a long road trip.We hit the highway, and not long after, I heard some str...ange noises in the back seat.I adjusted the rear mirror and could see Carl had his eyes closed and he was moaning very softly. I also could see Ana’s curly hair head bobbing up and down the black guy’s lap.She was giving him a very wet blowjob…Carl suddenly grunted and I knew he had filled my wife’s mouth with his black seed. I noticed also his. My hair is a rumpled mess. Running my fingers through it makes it marginally better, but I’d forgotten to pack a brush, so it will have to do. I patter out to the main room and feel warmth emanating from the wood stove and the smell of coffee thick in the air. A mug sits next to the French press, and I pour myself some coffee. Picking up the bag of beans from a local coffee roaster, I chuckle to myself about us Oregonians and our “locavore” obsession. I retrieve my phone from my pack, then. Please stay and try not to even think about this asshole. I truly do not want to ruin your evening,” said Lana. She was already gathering her things.She was halfway to the door, but changed her mind and came back to us for a final word.“And Sam, I will not be talking about you behind your back. I promise,” I knew what she meant. She meant that she would not allow the man she was with to diss my looks or Rina’s.“Thank you,” I said, and turned back to my survey of the menu. She was gone before I. Lacey's tongue glided down across Julie's waist, over her stomach that left a trail of saliva in it's wake. She left a small circular trail around Julie's belly button. As Lacey's body slithered down over Julie, Lacey continued her path to slide her own body off the end of the bed and drop to her knees.She grasped a hold of Julie's legs, dragged her back towards where she knelt, to be closer. Julie kissed up and along Julie's thighs, working her way towards the beautiful scent of Julie's pussy.