Was that your wife?
It looked like her car, unless your daughter was using it. It was parked next to a totally pimped out pickup. They were parked in the South overflow lot. No one parrks there during the week. It's too far from everything except the the creek where folks go to fuck. I didn't see your wife. But the dude in the truck was seriously kissing whoever he was with. I ran on by.
But the next time around they were still at it. I still couldn't see if it was your wife. All I saw was her chin and her bare shoulders. . Her head was back and her hands were up clutching her hair. His head was down below her throat. I figured he was getting stinky finger and a mouthful of titty. All I could tell for sure is that he was getting her off.
Next lap I was sure they'd be down by the creek, fucking. There's a place folks go. It's not exactly a cave. It's more like a grotto, where the creek has hollowed the bank and there are overhanging tree roots and concealing vegetation, The kids go there to smoke pot and make out. Grolwnups go there to fuck.
But next time around they were still in the truck. All I could see was the guy. He looked pretty happy. I don't know whose sweet mouth he was fucking, but I was sure whoever she was was getting get an extra ballfull of cum. When I came by on my last lap, they were gone.
Still don't know if it was your wife. I don't remember what she looks like that well, I never got a good look at whoover was in the pimped out pickup, but it sure looked like her car parked next to it.
It looked like her car, unless your daughter was using it. It was parked next to a totally pimped out pickup. They were parked in the South overflow lot. No one parrks there during the week. It's too far from everything except the the creek where folks go to fuck. I didn't see your wife. But the dude in the truck was seriously kissing whoever he was with. I ran on by.
But the next time around they were still at it. I still couldn't see if it was your wife. All I saw was her chin and her bare shoulders. . Her head was back and her hands were up clutching her hair. His head was down below her throat. I figured he was getting stinky finger and a mouthful of titty. All I could tell for sure is that he was getting her off.
Next lap I was sure they'd be down by the creek, fucking. There's a place folks go. It's not exactly a cave. It's more like a grotto, where the creek has hollowed the bank and there are overhanging tree roots and concealing vegetation, The kids go there to smoke pot and make out. Grolwnups go there to fuck.
But next time around they were still in the truck. All I could see was the guy. He looked pretty happy. I don't know whose sweet mouth he was fucking, but I was sure whoever she was was getting get an extra ballfull of cum. When I came by on my last lap, they were gone.
Still don't know if it was your wife. I don't remember what she looks like that well, I never got a good look at whoover was in the pimped out pickup, but it sure looked like her car parked next to it.
