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My girlfriend Tracy and I like to acquire rides to and from college in the weekends. We never pay, we meet guys on the internet who are going in our direction, and if he’s packing where it counts, then. Sex In Georgia is just one of our favorite sites. When we get a hit for a trip in our direction we trade pictures, and if Tracy and I like what we see, we arrange a meeting. Usually an off ramp to the interstate. We actually lucked out the last long weekend. A hot older guy answered, and asked if we wanted a ride in his town car. Tracy and I packed our bags and were on our way. Clyde picked us up and we all got along. We’re business students and he’s an international banker, on his way to his house in the cape. I was sitting in the back with Tracy, and we teased and flirted with Clyde. Tracy and I kissed and played with each others breasts, much to the enjoyment of Clyde. He insisted that we come with him to have a small lunch before we continued on our way. Tracy squealed “yes” and I nodded, my mouth full of her puffy pink nipple. Clyde had an amazing place, with a long secluded drive. The moment we got outside of the car we were all over him, tearing his crisp Armani trousers away, and unleashing a creature of the tool. We gagged at the sight of his enormous snake, and promptly started to take turns attempting to consume him whole. Clyde didn’t worry that we were on his front yard. So we stripped. Clyde joined us, and shortly we were a twisted threesome with mouths licking lips, and sausage and breasts, all tasting sex in the fresh outside. I insisted on riding Clyde first, as Tracy had gone first last weekend. It was a treat to bounce up and down on his engorged sausage. As soon as I came and couldn’t hold up anymore Clyde grabbed my hips and kept me going for a few minutes more. Tracy’s turn left my mouth free to explore all the dark and tasty places I like to go. When Tracy came I ate some of her juice up, until my face was all nice and glossy. Then it was showtime. Clyde fed us a gigantic wad of spurt, sliming our cheeks and lips. He tasted sweet, like pineapple. Sex In Georgia sure has made our weekend getaways full of fun!
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