My Hotwife Getting Freaky

Behind A Church

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Tessa and I are visiting my family in North Carolina. I took her to my favorite Italian restaurant in nearby Spartanburg, SC.

We head back to Small Town Friendly. I’m driving. I instinctively know not to go through downtown Chesnee, especially while D.W.B. (Driving While Black).

We take the shortcut, which most Small Town Friendly residents are aware of. We both have a booming buzz from the pitchers of draft beer.

Tessa is incapable of keeping her hands to herself. She is rubbing my thighs and kissing my ear. I try to stay focused. Driving with a tongue in your ear can be challenging.

As we approach the little white church before the fishing pond and camp site. Tessa abruptly takes her tongue out of my ear and exclaims.

“Oh my gosh, honey, pull over. I’ve got to pee.”

“Baby, can you hold it?”

“No, I’m about to bust. Pull behind the church.”

I do as commanded and follow the gravel path around the back of the church. Tess jumps out before the car comes to a complete stop. She goes behind the car and out of sight.

I leave the lights on, but turn off the engine so as not to choke her from the car’s exhaust. I take a moment to survey the landscape.