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Once things had returned to normal – whatever the hell that was/is – we just lay there for a while in basic ‘recovery’ mode. I finally stopped shaking like hell all over and could breathe kind of normally following a lot of hugging and kissing. I found myself wondering if there would be a knock at our door; I’d been a little loud. Bill thought it was funny; he was also amazed.
Yep, that had been a true multiple orgasm.
I was glowing so hard that I was just tingling all over. I’d made a nice little mess and was making more as I lay there leaking. I hadn’t said anything to him but, the two nice ‘O’s I’d had, in the past 24+ hours had left me with an irritated and slightly inflamed urinary tract (pee thing in my clit) and I was gonna pay for it for a few days. Having nice but very hard orgasms does that to me. I’d had a burning sensation when I peed all day and it wasn’t going to get any better now. It was the beginning of NSU – about the same thing as a ‘yeast infection’ – brought on by having a few extra hard orgasms.
I’d left my medicine at home (dammit!); that meant a trip to a store to get a few jugs of real Cranberry juice. With my lifestyle, it was something I was used to putting up with. The juice wouldn’t cure it but, it would take care of the worst symptoms. In my case it would be a discharge like I was having a mild period. Yes, I’d also have to get a pack of panty liners for that.
When I finally dragged my ass out of bed then, stumbled to the bathroom, it was confirmed. It did burn like hell to pee and there was a little blood in it…oh well…it wasn’t the first time and, it wouldn’t be the last time. The orgasms had been worth it.
We cuddled a little more, talked more and just generally relaxed until we both went to sleep.
I wasn’t the only one that was a little tired after that nice long session. Bill didn’t stir for a while, in the morning so; I threw on the dress and walked to the little C-Store to get us some coffee and donuts. By the time I returned he was awake, ready for coffee and donuts plus, a little lovin’. That turned into a full-blown session of taking care of his morning wood.
I’d just slipped my panties off and mounted him for a nice long slow ride. ‘Slow’ was the only way my cunt could handle that cock that morning and, sitting impaled on his thick meat while slowly wiggling back and forth. When Bill couldn’t wait anymore, he put me on my tummy, slammed in good and deep then, rode me until he blew his load deep inside.
Once again, I had my ass slapped pretty hard.
Everything that morning was pretty slow; we were only something like six hours from our destination so, we could take our time. There was a set of chairs and a table outside of our room; that’s where we finished the coffee and donuts. Bill in a pair of shorts, me in the dress and nothing else; we talked, relaxed and took our time before going to breakfast. I knew that I really looked like shit but, I had an excuse. I was taking care of my black stud the best I could.
The couple from the next room came out, after a while, put their noses in the air and walked past us. I guessed we’d been a little too loud for them.
I wiggled my ass back to the C-Store for more coffee. There were a few ‘looks’ but I avoided them and just did what I came for.
Back with Bill, I put the coffee down, hiked up the dress and sat on his lap straddling his legs and facing him. That got me a nice warm lazy kiss as he grabbed my ass with both hands, squeezing good and hard. That felt good, the tingle from the slapping was gone and I was still glowing from some great sex.
“Honey, you slapped my ass pretty hard a few times,” I boldly asked, “you talked about ‘spanking’ before.” His hands slipped up my thighs under the dress until he was cupping my bare cheeks in his grasp. We kissed again then I sat back and asked, “Would you really spank me?”
“Are you asking if I would do it or, you asking to be spanked?”
I shrugged, “I guess…if you thought it was necessary…would you?”
“Yeah, I would…I’d bare that little ass of yours and give it to you good.”
“Would that excite you…I mean…[slipping my hand down to his crotch] spanking me, would get you hard?”
His cock was growing as we talked.
He studied my face for a minute then gave me a nice long kiss as he squeezed my ass hard again.
“I’m thinking about it now; you can feel what it’s doing to me.”
It was my turn to squeeze something through the shorts, yep, I could. His cock was becoming bigger and harder; we kissed again. As we came up for air I whispered in his ear, “I think I should take care of this before breakfast baby.”
Then…
“Surprise me later honey…not now…later, when you’re in the mood to spank a white ass.”
We went back to the room and locked the door. I spent some time on my knees making love to his cock then; on the edge of the bed, on my hands and knees, while he drove that beautiful cock into me for a very long time. Breakfast was a little late that morning. Once again I stumbled to the restaurant with a raw cunt, and an aching body. Damn, Bill could fuck a gurl the way it should be done!
I’d done the best I could to make myself presentable. I still looked like I’d been rode hard and put away wet.
A sit on the toilet after, the shower then a pad didn’t do much good. By the end of breakfast the pad was soaked and I was sitting on wet panties and dress. Bill had done a good job of filling me up!
I cleaned-up and changed clothes while Bill hooked-up the trailer. Our destination was Portland, Oregon then, after unloading [the trailer] we had to pick up his next load in some little town in Washington. He had called ahead but, since most of the trip would be over back roads, he decided to find a place to park and spend the night. After a nice dinner, at a little roadside diner, we found a place to get off the road and relax. It wasn’t exactly a ‘rest area’, just a wide spot in the road with a couple of picnic tables.
We had a nice relaxing evening; I’d picked up some marshmallows and wieners. After parking we built a little fire and had a leisurely late night snack. Both of us were tired; that was the first night we went to sleep with no sex before bed. The next morning was a different story.
When I came back from a walk into the bushes, for a good pee, Bill was in the mood. I’d slept in shorts and panties, only slipped into a top for a trip into the woods. Another car had stopped during the night but there was no movement from it. It was kind of early anyway.
After I got the coffee started, Bill literally dragged me onto the bed, took off the shorts and panties then, put me on my back and, more than made up for the lack of sex the night before. By the time he [literally] exploded inside of me; my cunt was raw as hell once again! That caused another little problem that found me hobbling back into the woods; baby wipes in hand…right past the guy who’d been sleeping in the car.
When I returned, I found Bill talking to him. They were sitting at one table; Bill had provided coffee for us all. I kissed Bill then, sat down and collapsed against him. He [the guy] looked me over – undressed me with his eyes – I sat sipping coffee while they talked. We had bread and hot dogs for breakfast then, Bill and I got on the road.
I didn’t mind the guy looking me over, he wasn’t bad looking at all.
While the truck was being loaded, I found a nice clean toilet to clean-up and change in. I went with another short light dress, a lightly padded bra and panties. All just for comfort. Yes, I was also thinking about what was probably going to happen later, if at all.
The day was beautiful as was the scenery. That was a good thing; it took hours to find anything like a major highway so he could relax and just drive. I was promised a nice motel room for the night. I’m anything but high maintenance still; a comfortable room with a nice hot shower is always nice. This load was taking us to Florida; there was no real rush but Bill wanted a good night’s sleep. I needed one too.
It was anything but boring. I had Bill and some other drivers to tease; that was fun and easy. We did get busted a few times as some passed us or visa-versa. I did some ‘flashing’ but, there were more radio remarks about either my playing with his nice hard cock or when someone saw my head in his lap. I made one blow job last for well over an hour as he drove along. In the end it was pretty messy; Bill gushed cum when he nutted, I missed swallowing some and wore it. One guy passing us – just after Bill blew his load – got to see my cum covered face while my hand was still stroking his cock.
We put on a few more miles, after a late dinner then, about ten pm, Bill pulled into a decent looking hotel; with enough room to park the whole truck. While he registered us then, dumped our things in the room, I walked to the little C-Store for some beer and snacks. When I got back Bill was sitting in a tiny picnic area, waiting patiently. While we were sharing a beer, one of the other guests wandered over and we chatted for a little bit. I hadn’t realized that the dress, another with buttons down the front; was a little revealing, now that I was out of the cab. The top few buttons – as well as the last few – had been left unbuttoned. Some of my bra was exposed and, since the dress was also a little short, if I wasn’t careful; he was seeing more than my legs.
We talked but, he was looking me over and getting an occasional little ‘flash’ of more than bare thigh. As it turned out he was in one of the rooms beside ours. He was either in for a cheap thrill or a shock; I didn’t realize that, just then and, he probably wasn’t thinking about it. Bill was about to make good on his threat.
I knew that he had a few calls to make; we walked back to the room, hand in hand, I told him that I’d grab a shower while he was on the phone. Once we were in the room he didn’t let go of my hand; he actually held it tighter as he locked the door then, with me in tow, pulled out the chair from the desk and turned it around. I was hit with the sudden realization that I was about to be given a sore backside! In what seemed like an instant I was over his lap, my dress was pulled up and my panties were jerked down clear of my cheeks. Supporting myself with my hands; I stared at the carpet and waited…I didn’t have to wait long. I was about to find out that Bill knew exactly what he was doing.
The first few smacks, right on the fullest part of my cheeks, weren’t that hard; there was some shock, I grunted and remembered to breathe. The next few, on the lower part of my cheeks, had my full attention. They were harder, the sound of his hand, on my bare backside, echoed off the walls in the room. The sting was penetrating too…there was lingering pain as he increased the pace and, he was now spanking all over my backside. Very quickly, my grunting turned into squeals and yelps of pain as he continued. When he started to give the lowest part of my cheeks some special attention – he had 100% of MY attention instantly! Once he’d lit a fire there; he went back to spanking all over until the pain spread, wrapping my ass in it. I was aware of bouncing in his lap and involuntary kicking as the pain became more intense and; it was becoming more intense by the second!
As the pain increased it was a natural reaction to try and put my hand back there to try and protect my ass. When I did, Bill grabbed the wrist and pinned my hand to my side. By then I was kicking harder and wishing I hadn’t even brought up the subject of spanking!
I was also getting a little louder; when he finally stopped I was beginning to tear-up and had been howling like hell for a few minutes. Bill finished by giving some attention to my upper thighs then stopped and told me to stand up. I did [with his help] to stand on shaking legs; rubbing my backside and flexing in front of him. Right on the verge of tears; it was a little more than I thought it would be!
Yes, spanking aroused him. Just like my father, my uncle and a few other guys – I’d been bouncing on Bill’s hard cock while he spanked me.
He led me to the bed where I lay on my side, watched him undress, while I rubbed and clutched my stinging ass. Everything back there was stinging and throbbing like hell!
He held me, kissed me for a few minutes as I slowly calmed down. Bill lubed us both, finger fucked me a little then, rolled me onto my back. The noise level in the room went up again as he penetrated me good and hard then just started fucking away! I couldn’t control my emotions so I didn’t even try at that point. Between his cock working my cunt over, filling me completely and re-arranging everything inside of me and, our bodies slamming together [right against my burning backside] I was filled with lust and pain. I clung to him; arms and legs wrapped tightly around him and, just went along for the ride.
By the time he gave me a deep load of his black seed I was sore both ways.
After our shower I checked in the mirror. Not only was I going to have a bruised backside but; there was no way to hide the bruise I’d have on each thigh. I didn’t have a dress or shorts long enough.
About an hour later I took that cock again. That time I was on my tummy while Bill made sure his little bitch was well-fucked!
I was up before Bill so I went to get coffee. The guy from the night before – in the next room – was having coffee in the little picnic area so we talked for a few minutes. He’d had everything but a ringside seat.
Yes, I had been spanked [damn was I ever]!
Yes, there had been some pretty hard fucking after.
I was sitting on an ass that was still tingling as we talked. He’d watched me walk by him, on my way to the C-Store. With the shorts I had on, the marks on my thighs were in plain sight, red and showing a little bruising. Evidence of the spanking on full display.
I explained that I didn’t really enjoy spanking but, had sort of asked for that one. No, I didn’t know why, I’d just done it; it was the way I felt at the moment.
Yes, he’d fucked me pretty hard after that…he’d heard everything through the thin walls [I told him how well Bill was hung] and had jacked-off while listening to me. I excused myself and took the coffee to Bill before it got cold.
I told Bill about the conversation. As we talked and, got ready to check out, he told me that, “If you find a guy to fuck you, that’s ok. I’ll watch then, show him how to use a real cock on this bitch.”
That gave me something to think about.
He did join us for breakfast but Bill wanted to get on the road and put some miles down. I did the best I could; riding on a sore backside. That night, after dinner in a truck stop where we’d spend the night, we really rocked the sleeper while my brains were totally fucked out again.
The trip was turning out to be very nice; the companionship was nice and the cock I was getting was even better. I was getting very used to waking up to Bill and his morning wood; I was also loving the attention and the sex. I got use to mornings of a gaping pussy and almost constant leaking during the first few hours of the day. Isn’t that why panty liners were invented?
The day after, somewhere outside of Jackson, Mississippi, I was in for a real treat. Things started during the day but, after we parked, the heat got turned up!
Once things had returned to normal – whatever the hell that was/is – we just lay there for a while in basic ‘recovery’ mode. I finally stopped shaking like hell all over and could breathe kind of normally following a lot of hugging and kissing. I found myself wondering if there would be a knock at our door; I’d been a little loud. Bill thought it was funny; he was also amazed.
Yep, that had been a true multiple orgasm.
I was glowing so hard that I was just tingling all over. I’d made a nice little mess and was making more as I lay there leaking. I hadn’t said anything to him but, the two nice ‘O’s I’d had, in the past 24+ hours had left me with an irritated and slightly inflamed urinary tract (pee thing in my clit) and I was gonna pay for it for a few days. Having nice but very hard orgasms does that to me. I’d had a burning sensation when I peed all day and it wasn’t going to get any better now. It was the beginning of NSU – about the same thing as a ‘yeast infection’ – brought on by having a few extra hard orgasms.
I’d left my medicine at home (dammit!); that meant a trip to a store to get a few jugs of real Cranberry juice. With my lifestyle, it was something I was used to putting up with. The juice wouldn’t cure it but, it would take care of the worst symptoms. In my case it would be a discharge like I was having a mild period. Yes, I’d also have to get a pack of panty liners for that.
When I finally dragged my ass out of bed then, stumbled to the bathroom, it was confirmed. It did burn like hell to pee and there was a little blood in it…oh well…it wasn’t the first time and, it wouldn’t be the last time. The orgasms had been worth it.
We cuddled a little more, talked more and just generally relaxed until we both went to sleep.
I wasn’t the only one that was a little tired after that nice long session. Bill didn’t stir for a while, in the morning so; I threw on the dress and walked to the little C-Store to get us some coffee and donuts. By the time I returned he was awake, ready for coffee and donuts plus, a little lovin’. That turned into a full-blown session of taking care of his morning wood.
I’d just slipped my panties off and mounted him for a nice long slow ride. ‘Slow’ was the only way my cunt could handle that cock that morning and, sitting impaled on his thick meat while slowly wiggling back and forth. When Bill couldn’t wait anymore, he put me on my tummy, slammed in good and deep then, rode me until he blew his load deep inside.
Once again, I had my ass slapped pretty hard.
Everything that morning was pretty slow; we were only something like six hours from our destination so, we could take our time. There was a set of chairs and a table outside of our room; that’s where we finished the coffee and donuts. Bill in a pair of shorts, me in the dress and nothing else; we talked, relaxed and took our time before going to breakfast. I knew that I really looked like shit but, I had an excuse. I was taking care of my black stud the best I could.
The couple from the next room came out, after a while, put their noses in the air and walked past us. I guessed we’d been a little too loud for them.
I wiggled my ass back to the C-Store for more coffee. There were a few ‘looks’ but I avoided them and just did what I came for.
Back with Bill, I put the coffee down, hiked up the dress and sat on his lap straddling his legs and facing him. That got me a nice warm lazy kiss as he grabbed my ass with both hands, squeezing good and hard. That felt good, the tingle from the slapping was gone and I was still glowing from some great sex.
“Honey, you slapped my ass pretty hard a few times,” I boldly asked, “you talked about ‘spanking’ before.” His hands slipped up my thighs under the dress until he was cupping my bare cheeks in his grasp. We kissed again then I sat back and asked, “Would you really spank me?”
“Are you asking if I would do it or, you asking to be spanked?”
I shrugged, “I guess…if you thought it was necessary…would you?”
“Yeah, I would…I’d bare that little ass of yours and give it to you good.”
“Would that excite you…I mean…[slipping my hand down to his crotch] spanking me, would get you hard?”
His cock was growing as we talked.
He studied my face for a minute then gave me a nice long kiss as he squeezed my ass hard again.
“I’m thinking about it now; you can feel what it’s doing to me.”
It was my turn to squeeze something through the shorts, yep, I could. His cock was becoming bigger and harder; we kissed again. As we came up for air I whispered in his ear, “I think I should take care of this before breakfast baby.”
Then…
“Surprise me later honey…not now…later, when you’re in the mood to spank a white ass.”
We went back to the room and locked the door. I spent some time on my knees making love to his cock then; on the edge of the bed, on my hands and knees, while he drove that beautiful cock into me for a very long time. Breakfast was a little late that morning. Once again I stumbled to the restaurant with a raw cunt, and an aching body. Damn, Bill could fuck a gurl the way it should be done!
I’d done the best I could to make myself presentable. I still looked like I’d been rode hard and put away wet.
A sit on the toilet after, the shower then a pad didn’t do much good. By the end of breakfast the pad was soaked and I was sitting on wet panties and dress. Bill had done a good job of filling me up!
I cleaned-up and changed clothes while Bill hooked-up the trailer. Our destination was Portland, Oregon then, after unloading [the trailer] we had to pick up his next load in some little town in Washington. He had called ahead but, since most of the trip would be over back roads, he decided to find a place to park and spend the night. After a nice dinner, at a little roadside diner, we found a place to get off the road and relax. It wasn’t exactly a ‘rest area’, just a wide spot in the road with a couple of picnic tables.
We had a nice relaxing evening; I’d picked up some marshmallows and wieners. After parking we built a little fire and had a leisurely late night snack. Both of us were tired; that was the first night we went to sleep with no sex before bed. The next morning was a different story.
When I came back from a walk into the bushes, for a good pee, Bill was in the mood. I’d slept in shorts and panties, only slipped into a top for a trip into the woods. Another car had stopped during the night but there was no movement from it. It was kind of early anyway.
After I got the coffee started, Bill literally dragged me onto the bed, took off the shorts and panties then, put me on my back and, more than made up for the lack of sex the night before. By the time he [literally] exploded inside of me; my cunt was raw as hell once again! That caused another little problem that found me hobbling back into the woods; baby wipes in hand…right past the guy who’d been sleeping in the car.
When I returned, I found Bill talking to him. They were sitting at one table; Bill had provided coffee for us all. I kissed Bill then, sat down and collapsed against him. He [the guy] looked me over – undressed me with his eyes – I sat sipping coffee while they talked. We had bread and hot dogs for breakfast then, Bill and I got on the road.
I didn’t mind the guy looking me over, he wasn’t bad looking at all.
While the truck was being loaded, I found a nice clean toilet to clean-up and change in. I went with another short light dress, a lightly padded bra and panties. All just for comfort. Yes, I was also thinking about what was probably going to happen later, if at all.
The day was beautiful as was the scenery. That was a good thing; it took hours to find anything like a major highway so he could relax and just drive. I was promised a nice motel room for the night. I’m anything but high maintenance still; a comfortable room with a nice hot shower is always nice. This load was taking us to Florida; there was no real rush but Bill wanted a good night’s sleep. I needed one too.
It was anything but boring. I had Bill and some other drivers to tease; that was fun and easy. We did get busted a few times as some passed us or visa-versa. I did some ‘flashing’ but, there were more radio remarks about either my playing with his nice hard cock or when someone saw my head in his lap. I made one blow job last for well over an hour as he drove along. In the end it was pretty messy; Bill gushed cum when he nutted, I missed swallowing some and wore it. One guy passing us – just after Bill blew his load – got to see my cum covered face while my hand was still stroking his cock.
We put on a few more miles, after a late dinner then, about ten pm, Bill pulled into a decent looking hotel; with enough room to park the whole truck. While he registered us then, dumped our things in the room, I walked to the little C-Store for some beer and snacks. When I got back Bill was sitting in a tiny picnic area, waiting patiently. While we were sharing a beer, one of the other guests wandered over and we chatted for a little bit. I hadn’t realized that the dress, another with buttons down the front; was a little revealing, now that I was out of the cab. The top few buttons – as well as the last few – had been left unbuttoned. Some of my bra was exposed and, since the dress was also a little short, if I wasn’t careful; he was seeing more than my legs.
We talked but, he was looking me over and getting an occasional little ‘flash’ of more than bare thigh. As it turned out he was in one of the rooms beside ours. He was either in for a cheap thrill or a shock; I didn’t realize that, just then and, he probably wasn’t thinking about it. Bill was about to make good on his threat.
I knew that he had a few calls to make; we walked back to the room, hand in hand, I told him that I’d grab a shower while he was on the phone. Once we were in the room he didn’t let go of my hand; he actually held it tighter as he locked the door then, with me in tow, pulled out the chair from the desk and turned it around. I was hit with the sudden realization that I was about to be given a sore backside! In what seemed like an instant I was over his lap, my dress was pulled up and my panties were jerked down clear of my cheeks. Supporting myself with my hands; I stared at the carpet and waited…I didn’t have to wait long. I was about to find out that Bill knew exactly what he was doing.
The first few smacks, right on the fullest part of my cheeks, weren’t that hard; there was some shock, I grunted and remembered to breathe. The next few, on the lower part of my cheeks, had my full attention. They were harder, the sound of his hand, on my bare backside, echoed off the walls in the room. The sting was penetrating too…there was lingering pain as he increased the pace and, he was now spanking all over my backside. Very quickly, my grunting turned into squeals and yelps of pain as he continued. When he started to give the lowest part of my cheeks some special attention – he had 100% of MY attention instantly! Once he’d lit a fire there; he went back to spanking all over until the pain spread, wrapping my ass in it. I was aware of bouncing in his lap and involuntary kicking as the pain became more intense and; it was becoming more intense by the second!
As the pain increased it was a natural reaction to try and put my hand back there to try and protect my ass. When I did, Bill grabbed the wrist and pinned my hand to my side. By then I was kicking harder and wishing I hadn’t even brought up the subject of spanking!
I was also getting a little louder; when he finally stopped I was beginning to tear-up and had been howling like hell for a few minutes. Bill finished by giving some attention to my upper thighs then stopped and told me to stand up. I did [with his help] to stand on shaking legs; rubbing my backside and flexing in front of him. Right on the verge of tears; it was a little more than I thought it would be!
Yes, spanking aroused him. Just like my father, my uncle and a few other guys – I’d been bouncing on Bill’s hard cock while he spanked me.
He led me to the bed where I lay on my side, watched him undress, while I rubbed and clutched my stinging ass. Everything back there was stinging and throbbing like hell!
He held me, kissed me for a few minutes as I slowly calmed down. Bill lubed us both, finger fucked me a little then, rolled me onto my back. The noise level in the room went up again as he penetrated me good and hard then just started fucking away! I couldn’t control my emotions so I didn’t even try at that point. Between his cock working my cunt over, filling me completely and re-arranging everything inside of me and, our bodies slamming together [right against my burning backside] I was filled with lust and pain. I clung to him; arms and legs wrapped tightly around him and, just went along for the ride.
By the time he gave me a deep load of his black seed I was sore both ways.
After our shower I checked in the mirror. Not only was I going to have a bruised backside but; there was no way to hide the bruise I’d have on each thigh. I didn’t have a dress or shorts long enough.
About an hour later I took that cock again. That time I was on my tummy while Bill made sure his little bitch was well-fucked!
I was up before Bill so I went to get coffee. The guy from the night before – in the next room – was having coffee in the little picnic area so we talked for a few minutes. He’d had everything but a ringside seat.
Yes, I had been spanked [damn was I ever]!
Yes, there had been some pretty hard fucking after.
I was sitting on an ass that was still tingling as we talked. He’d watched me walk by him, on my way to the C-Store. With the shorts I had on, the marks on my thighs were in plain sight, red and showing a little bruising. Evidence of the spanking on full display.
I explained that I didn’t really enjoy spanking but, had sort of asked for that one. No, I didn’t know why, I’d just done it; it was the way I felt at the moment.
Yes, he’d fucked me pretty hard after that…he’d heard everything through the thin walls [I told him how well Bill was hung] and had jacked-off while listening to me. I excused myself and took the coffee to Bill before it got cold.
I told Bill about the conversation. As we talked and, got ready to check out, he told me that, “If you find a guy to fuck you, that’s ok. I’ll watch then, show him how to use a real cock on this bitch.”
That gave me something to think about.
He did join us for breakfast but Bill wanted to get on the road and put some miles down. I did the best I could; riding on a sore backside. That night, after dinner in a truck stop where we’d spend the night, we really rocked the sleeper while my brains were totally fucked out again.
The trip was turning out to be very nice; the companionship was nice and the cock I was getting was even better. I was getting very used to waking up to Bill and his morning wood; I was also loving the attention and the sex. I got use to mornings of a gaping pussy and almost constant leaking during the first few hours of the day. Isn’t that why panty liners were invented?
The day after, somewhere outside of Jackson, Mississippi, I was in for a real treat. Things started during the day but, after we parked, the heat got turned up!
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