She slid her dress back down and straightened it out as I put my dick back in my pants. What it was, was freedom, I had no job at the time and was living on savings. She pulled into a long dirt drive way lane, up to an old farm house, parked. Slowly pulling away, I turned to my old Harley and stepped over onto the seat. It took a few minutes of fists and fury, going round and round, things getting knocked over and folks cheering on the locals. The bar tender behind the bar said one for the road as he put the beer on the bar. I followed her to a place on the edge of town. I in turn pushed harder into her and kept up to her pace. I felt her release and the flow of her juices, and as I came, I pulled my dick from her, still sliding over her clit as I pumped my load on her pubic mound.
