Miller drove the van with skill. Sometimes he would race down the shoulder until a broken-down car or a cop doing a traffic stop forced us back out in...to the road. We passed strobing lights captured in mid-flash. Other times there was no shoulder, especially as we started over the Cascade Mountains across Stevens Pass. There were times when I wasn’t sure that our van fit through the gaps in between cars, but Miller threaded the needle, careful not to hit any vehicle.If he struck them, it might. He lubed it with his saliva and slowly pushed it in. I moaned as it got deeper. He removed my shirt, put it aside and started to fuck me slowly.We were in the candle position. Every stroke made me feel great. The other guy was still sucking me. It felt wonderful as the strong guy was rubbing my p spot and the other guy was playing with my cock. The guy sucking me removed my pants and underwear in my leg. He started sucking me again.I can feel my foreskin moving up and down. Meanwhile, the p. I even reach down and moved it a few times to hide but she saw.I mention maybe building a fire in my backyard, she was all about it, so I did. The backyard is very dark and only the fire cast any type of light. I get it going and she brings a chair out and sits right beside me. She said she didn't want to be in the smoke, seems innocent. Again we chat but things seem to go a different direction. She had brought her wine with her and as time progressed she got a buzz. She brought up MY younger. "Sorry, I don't know why I said that," she giggled and blushed. I smiled at her and replied, "No offense taken. But, I do hope you will be gracious enough to give me a rematch, if you ever do kick my ass. If I may say so Rebecca, you have an infectious giggle." "A rematch for you, anytime, anywhere, Gil, and, yes, you may say so," she chuckled. "You order from her often? All my friends at the college love the wings here." "It’s my first time in here. My nephew was just hired on as a chef. I.