I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt and my wife was wearing one of my long t-shirts with no bra. I could see her big nipples pressing threw the shirt! ...s I was trying to figure out how to get back on the highway, my wife pointed to a couple of black men that were standing outside a club, “Why don’t you ask them honey how to get back on the highway?” I said sure, why not, and pulled over next to them. “Can either of you gentlemen tell me how we can get back on the highway?”, I asked politely. As. " Great. It's about sex."Shocked and surprised, Chloe squeezed Jerry's hand."Okay," the saleswoman said again, without missing a beat."See, I know some of these beds have a foam wall in the middle between the two air mattresses. Is that uncomfortable for sex? What I mean is," Jerry looked at Chloe, "my girlfriend and I can get quite active in bed and when we're going at it we're going from one side to the next and across, and I would hate to feel some hard ridge right in the middle of the bed. Feeling my ass getting warmer and warmer and my pussy getting wetter and wetter. i couldnt see it but im sure my ass was turning a really pretty shade of pink and quickly moving toward a bright red color.he continued his pattern of smacking my ass and it was actually starting to hurt. my little cries and whimpers echoing through the room now along with the echoes of his hand hitting the flesh on my ass. i started kicking my legs up and wiggling my ass subconsciously trying to avoid the next. I smelt, almost felt her moving away from me, light on her feet. She left the room as I was looking for me trews, on the dirty floor covered in the dregs of beer, sperm and humanity. Groping blindly about in the dark, I found me glad rags in a crumpled heap, not where I had draped them awhile ago. As I tried to clean them off, I felt about in the pockets. Needless to recount, that my pay neatly wrapped, as it was in one of my socks was gone. I still miss that sock. It was a neat pair. Needless.