Then man was tall with a strong build. I quickly tryed to cover my hard on but it was too late. ‘dont stop on my account’ he said. of course i did...and nevousely said its not what you think…’if you say so’ he replied. for the next few minutes neither of us spoke. I had begun to drift off and wit out realizing it i resumed touching my cock…with out hesitation the man got up and put his hand on my balls. I jumped and he laughed, ‘relax pal…i wont hurt you’. i had often wanted to have sex with. But then I started getting flirty with her, every time she went to the break room, I'd drink coffee with her, got a bit touchy with her, light strokes to her arm, light caresses to her hand sometimes, making innuendos from time to time among other things.I could tell she liked it, a 23 year old, with an athletic body, with a successful career ahead of him, giving her the attention she needs. And that's when she started feeling guilty. Guilty for flirting with me, while she had a husband at home. . um, your..." Boobs? Tits? Breasts?" Yeah, they're perfect, just like the girls in Playboy." But, you can feel mine, I'll let you, you know," she said as she stepped toward me, reaching to take my hand and press it to her breast as I stood there in my bulged-out briefs, my shorts puddled around my feet."Oh, you're so soft and nice," I managed to get out."Have you every felt a girl's boobs before?" No, I giess not," I stumbled."You're not sure?" No, I mean, yes, I'm sure, no, I've never done. Half way to town they stop and dump her in the ditch. They drive into town and go have a few beers at the pub. Twenty minutes later a long haul trucker spots something moving in the ditch. He stops and get out of his truck. He find Ethel bound and begging for help. He picks her up and places her on the bed in his cab. He fastens a strap across her chest to keep her from falling out he tells her. She thanks him and tells him some strange men k**napped and abused her. The unties her ankles an.