Dumb as he was, he might get suspicious.

So they decided that Samantha should wait in her van for a while, to make sure that the coast was clear for more cunt-lapping in the afternoon.

She put her raincoat and fedora back on. Since it was the simplest way to transport it out of sight, she kept the rubber prick belted to her loins.

She went out and got in her van. Emma stayed in bed so that if Clem showed up she could still pretend that she had a raging headache. And, if he didn't, she would be all ready to welcome Samantha when that lovely cunt-lapper came back in. But Samantha soon got bored, waiting in the cab of her van. She had nothing to read and had run out of cigarettes and, besides, her tongue was getting hot again. She thought about getting into the back of the van, where she had a mattress on the floor, and giving her cunt a good stuffing with the dildo.

But that seemed sort of a waste of time, when she would, hopefully, be back in bed with Emma soon.

Then she had an idea.

She had never met Clem Grubb, and she wanted to get a look at the guy.

Emma always called him old horse-prick. His wife used the term with scorn, but bisexual Samantha found it intriguing. She preferred women, but she enjoyed men, too, and the idea of getting fucked by the monster cock that Clem was reputed to have excited her.

After all, she fucked his wife all the time, so it seemed only fair that she should fuck him, too.

She started the van and drove over to Uncle Clem's Used-Car Lot.

She would play it by ear.

If she got a chance, she would get fucked and, if not, at lest she could find out whether he was still there, or had gone home. Either way, she would get her kicks.

But there was another option she didn't know about.

She parked at the curb outside the car lot. There was no one around and the trailer that Clem used as an office was closed up.