Cynthia moved from the window, turned off the overhead light, checked to make sure her bedroom door was locked, and moved to her bed. Only the soft ni...ht light on her nightstand illuminated her room. She propped up her pillows and lay on her back. She closed her eyes, and her hands moved to her sex, already slick with her juices. She used both hands to rub her pussy and to lightly tickle her inner thighs. The sight was too much for Adam, and he came in his underwear watching her. He momentarily. Night had encompassed us by now and sleep seemed to become more and more appeasing to me as irritating country songs rambled into my tired head on the radio. I turned off the radio and Greg complained loudly, "Dude, I was listening to that! Turn it back on now or I'll kick your ass." "If I wanted to rot my mind, I would listen to rock music instead of retarded music talking 'bout them good ol’ boys getting drunk and falling off of hay bails. It makes me feel like my brain is. ?? We headed out to his car and he drove outside of citylimits.? He had never done thatbefore.?? Stopping at a truck stop alongthe road, he got out of the car and went to his trunk.? He handed me a package that was there andtold me to go to the washroom and change clothes.? ?DON?T wear any panties or bra,? he bellowed. I looked at the mirror and saw my reflection when I wasdone.? I looked like a first classslut.? My long shapely legs had fishnetthigh highs on it.? I was wearing a redmini skirt. She crawled slowly down the aisle and looked carefully around the corner before turning and crawling up the next, always imagining Him beside her, leading her along, tugging gently on her collar if she slowed down. Her breasts seemed unnaturally heavy beneath her. Her breath sounded horrendously loud in her ears, ragged as it was with both fear and arousal, and she tried to control it, but the motion of crawling seemed to be making her pussy-lips rub together… oh god. She imagined Him smiling.