.not complaining just gagged. Jim pulledback a bit, and just fucked, rocking back and forth as his beet-red hardcock rode over Mike's tongue and into...his throat. "God, I need to come",thought Jim.The blow job was great but Jim needed to fuck Mike's ass. Needed, notwanted. The need had been so great for the last week that Jim foundhimself lying awake in his bed at night, literally. Never had heexperienced such a need. He found that Mike had already opened his pantsand so he just pushed. Again, despite the aches and pains they appeared undamaged also.The problem came when he attempted to roll over. A sharp pain gripped him in the side. 'Ribs, ' he thought, 'damn!' He tried easing himself onto his elbows. Again the stabbing pain, but he persisted and eventually found himself propped up like he was watching a band play in the park in Danzig on a summers day.His neck creaked as he turned his head to take in his surroundings. Tree line, field, herd of cows peacefully grazing and a. She immediately went over to Charles and repeated the request. As he hugged her, he looked over at me and his eyes conveyed confusion, then a dawning understanding and I watched as the remaining tension left her."It's my belief that I can tell a lot about people from their hugs. You both are good people and I feel safe and secure here. May I text my husband and inform him that you passed my hug test?"I said, "Yes Gena, you're safe with us, from everything but a good time."After some. The two Truckers: One younger, tall and lanky, and one older, rotund, with five o clock shadow on his face. They wear shirts and jeans, the younger wears a baseball cap. They are drinking beer and talking about their day, giving glances to the group of girls sitting near them.The Biker: Sits alone in a corner, smoking. Latino, with wild wavy hair, wears a leather jacket and matching pants.Then there are the three girls: they come from the nearby college, and are here to party and try to lift.