dear god, this revives a very specific 18 year old memory. A road trip with an eager and willing partner but not enough privacy, painfully aroused, with two people asleep in the back seat, groping discretely, pulled off the highway 500 miles from nowhere, stepped not too many feet from the car, a long skirt raised and I ripped through her stockings, there were no panties, a sight (site?) much like this. ok her nails weren’t painted, no heels. but stockings, raised ass, a huge wet spot, we both tore through to reveal a dripping cunt that we both played with for a few brief seconds and then my pants unzippped, I was in, I left her oozing in the breeze.
Thank you, ITQH
as the pain that can be told is but half a pain…
-edith wharton
