’57 Ford Adventure PART TWO (threesome) (MFM) (DP) (Oral)

“I had the craziest dream. Come lay next to me while I tell you about it.”

“Ok.” I had him move over but there simply wasn’t enough room for the two of us. “Don’t think that will work. How about I just sit beside you?”

“No, just lay on top of me.” I could feel my face flush and almost froze, before uttering a simple, “Ok.” I laid on top of him with my knees outside of his thighs and face up by his head.

“Babe, your tits looking amazing. I know Sonny got a charge out of seeing them. It also kind of added a sexual zing to the air. So, in my dream you were fucking the shifter, just like we did earlier today, when we stopped and there were all these people. In the dream, when we stopped the doors automatically opened and they were watching you. And it was like you couldn’t stop but just kept going even faster.”

“That’s a crazy dream. Maybe you need more sleep.” His dream was obviously sexual as I could feel his hard dick right underneath me.

’57 Ford Adventure (MFM) (threesome) (oral) (anal) (dp) PART I

Jerry and I wore looking forward to the long weekend alone. We’d left our small town six years ago and had only been back once or twice a year. Initially, it was to attend college and afterward we’d both landed jobs in the big city. About a year after our graduation, I ran into him at a wine bar and we hooked up. He seemed so different from the little I recalled of him in high school. The hook up led to more dates and not long after we were an “item.”

We had fun sharing books, learning new things from one another and engaging in adventures neither of us would have likely tried without the encouragement from the other. Our sex life sizzled from the start, but together we upped it several levels. It didn’t take long for Jerry to uncover my naughty submissive streak and use it for his own pleasure.

Now we were headed back to our dinky hometown in his baby—a goofy truck passed down from his grandfather that Jerry restored. It took him years, and something he poured his heart into. A 1950 Ford F47, V-8 three speed. He’d drilled that information into me over and over. It had a bench seat, he’d redone in leather and a stick shift. I should say, a modified stick shift. The V-8 was loud, rambled and the stick shift really shook.