“I love looking at you when you’re sleeping,” she said. “You look so innocent – and I know firsthand that you’re far from innocent.” She...started to laugh.“What a horrible way to be woken up – having someone insult you,” I said trying desperately not to laugh. “I have a mind to leave you out on the sidewalk outside and go home.”Jennifer laughed harder then fell on top of me to kiss me. We had a few moments of gentle kissing and holding one another but I knew we needed to get going. We got ready,. Breakfast had been consumed and most of the coffee. “I see what you mean,” Suki commented. “You do get really cold. But it’s fun, apart from the cold, isn’t it?”“I think so,” I agreed. “We’ll stop again at Cambridge – that’ll be less than an hour. So will Peterborough. Grantham will be about an hour after that. The last stretch will be longer, I’m afraid.”The big problem with coffee is needing to pee, so frequent stops were sensible, quite apart from the cold. I won’t give up my coffee breaks!. The next day on the way to work I hit one of the porn shops on Church street in the gay area of the city which I worked in . It was in the bottom of the building and had private viewing booths in the back where you put in a quarter and choose what to watch. I had been there many times and guys would hang outside the booths looking for a invitation to come in , all you had to do was leave the door ajar.I never had out of fear but today the fear was gone replaced by the need of cock. It didn't. It was so sensitive and hot, that I thought I might see steam coming from my fingers when I pulled them out. I didn’t even bother opening the pictures on my phone, the image of Steve’s cock and the feel of it in my hands in mouth were still fresh on my mind. I immediately regretted not having the foresight to grab another banana, or something larger than my fingers (I had not worked up the nerve to buy a toy, I don’t think I could live with the embarrassment should mom or Steve find it). But it.