Now I was wetter and started playing with myself, the discharge leaked on my legs couldn’t help it but moan a bit while I fingered. The boys asked m... what I did and why I made such a sound, I guess they were noticing me after they got the view. I explained that I’m just tired and then they saw my wet fingers and said.“Tumhara haat toh pura bheega he”“Naah toh”“Tum kya kar rhi thi hmlog sabko pata h”I started getting a bit worried, whether they would ask me to do something unusual.They pushed. "Put these on." I must have looked somewhat puzzled, for she grabbed another pair from her bureau, removed her jeans, - "Hello!" I thought -, sat down on the edge of the bed and had me copy her motions. I did as requested and eventually managed to roll them up my legs. I found it difficult to believe quite how nice they felt against my legs. Almost like a second skin. Something stirred beneath the panty-girdle but I ignored it. Next came the dress. I put my arms up and Sarah pulled it over my. Not only was I meeting this guy who’s sole intention was to fuck my wife but I was agreeing to whatever he said. His words were droning over me and I was nodding my head in agreement. We exchanged cell numbers and parted ways.As I was driving home I was so turned on that I began masturbating right there in the car. I shot such a big load that my pants were stained and I had to sneak in the house and clean myself off.After a couple of weeks I got an email from kingcobra, who’s name was. He’d left Baton Rouge just after dawn and it was almost mid-day when he made out the slight figure standing by the highway far up ahead. As he drew nearer and became sure that it was a hitch-hiker he slowed and looked in his mirrors to make sure there was no one behind him. The interstate was empty.He applied the air-brake and brought the eighteen-wheeler to a halt just past where the young man stood. Curtis sprinted to the open door, took off his backpack, tossing it up onto the seat,.