I asked Sally why she passes out during sex. XXX She seems like a little girl in need of protection. Bob cam and cam, squirting what seemed like pints of semen. Bob tucked a blanket around Sally while moving her to the middle seat. I see a cow illuminated by a yard light and look at it as we pass bye. Odd, Bob thinks to himself, Gino’ a stickler about amenities. Darting his tongue out Bob touched her clit. Grinding against Sally, digging into her. As Bob ran all this through his head he began to see Sally not as a Warrior Princess…, more like a diplomat whose only a phone call away from calling in America’ Nuclear arsenal.
