White Girl Reamed

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“Where do we exit off this highway to get to this hotel John, we have been driving for so long” Charlene said to her hubby.

"Should be the next one coming up babe" her husband responded.

“That was a long drive, I need to get into that hotel, strip down to my birthday suit and jump into that shower immediately.”

Mid June was supposed to have them somewhere near Florida and not in New York, but since everything else was right on target, it did not really matter that they were hundreds of miles away from where they expected to be. As they drove down the highway Charlene appeared relaxed except for the vein beating behind her ears; the only sign of her fatigue since she looked so beautiful and relaxed otherwise with her bare feet both under her butt as she sat Indian-style on the passenger side of the car, her long hair blowing in the wind as she looked like her usual gorgeous self in her alter top and cutoff jeans. John could barely keep his eyes off her as he still found her so sexy even after all this time.

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