I just smiled back at him and picked up his right hand and placed it on my own boner. “It’s ok mate, I’m feeling the same way” I said. By now ...e were both so horny that something had to be done to relieve the pressure. I knew it wouldn’t take long so when we came upon a rest stop a few kilometres further up the road. I turned in. There was no one there and I headed for a nice growth of trees up a little distance from the toilet block. As soon as we stopped I said to Brett “slip your shorts down. ‘Hmmmmmmm… you may be right.’ My now happy dick is growing under your continuing ministrations… I’m in heaven. I reach over and fondle your gorgeous breasts… than move my way down – slowly – to your inner thighs… we are both getting more excited as we continue. I nudge your leg slightly so you bring it across my face and I start giving you the kind of pleasure you’ve been giving me. My fingers slide inside you as I lick your thighs and labia… not yet touching your clit… the tension is building. Pink gag you." I know who all of you are. Randy will beat you senseless when he hears what you're doing to me." Randy Allen won't do shit. Anyway, you won't tell him. You're going to like what we've got planned for you. Keep moving, Mr. Blue. We don't have all night." Hold that fucking light, Mr. White. I can't see the steps." Who's Mr. White? I know the rest of you. Malcolm Cotter is Mr. Blue, Denny Musgrove is Mr. Orange, and Peter Slocum is Mr. Pink. Who's the other Reservoir Dog?" That's. My bra is loosened now, and so is your mental block. You want me and I want you and we both know it. With a single swipe you brush my bra off, teasing me your fingers trace the outlines of my perfect breasts. I want you to lick me, but your taunting fingers only lengthen my need. More and more the tension builds, my nipples rise as I can feel your breath approaching. You run your chin just over my breasts approaching my perky pink nipples I believe you are about to do it. But not a moment.