How does that sound? “ He laughed, knowing I couldn’t respond.My stomach started hurting he was putting so much in me. Finally I felt it stop. “...on’t let any out yet.”I heard more water running. Damn, what was he doing? Hearing his footsteps returning, I waited until I felt something touching the back of my legs. “Okay, let it flow,“ he said.It felt such a relief, but before I could properly relax, I felt the same instrument pushing back in my ass again. Trying to force it out, I felt a hard. “You wanna hear something silly? This whole time that she's been flirting with you and calling you babe, I was feeling jealous. I know its dumb, but I wanted you to be hugging me. Then last night when you first started fucking her as she ate me out, I looked up at you and started pretending it was me you were fucking. It was my pussy your cock was in.”We stared at each for what felt like forever before she brought her face closer to mine and we kissed for the first time. My god she has. With only one shower available (the other 11 showers were in use or being cleaned), we agree to take it as a couple and get an extra set of towels for you. This particular truck stop/travel center has large, private restroom and shower facilities for commercial drivers and really is rather nice. Since they normally cater to the solo drivers, we had to get an extra set of towels for you. They are still warm and fluffy from the dryer. The sight of you undressing gives me a delightful view of your. Those times had been some of the worst aboard that dreadful vessel. In the first place, it was mainly newcomers who were made to scrub the decks. When they were unused to physical effort; when muscles were weak; when they were unaccustomed to the searing blaze of leather across their flesh’ when their constant nudity had not yet become second nature... and their shame at it was an agony in itself. Quite often they had had to toil and sweat under the lecherous gaze of male guests... listening to.