” They thought about that while I continued to drive down the Interstate and honk. At every exit of any reasonable size, I got off and wandered a bi... honking even more than while on the Interstate.At Cartersville, I left the Interstate and followed the road to old US 41 and south through Cartersville honking as I went. I kept hoping we would find someone. I got to old US 41 even went into the downtown area all to no avail. I headed down for he Red Top exit and returned to I-75 heading south. At. He sank between her legs, his body now sweaty, sliding over hers, his lips finding her neck, nibbling away at it, his chest rubbing against those perfect nipples.She gripped his back even harder as her legs wrapped around him, she screamed loud as her second orgasm rocked her body. He didn't stop though he was close, he wanted to cum deep in her. He knew this was the only time he would be with her, but it was the best time he ever had. Then he remembered " Where the hell is my. I walked her forward, releasing her neck to grip her ponytail and my other hand caressing her bare arm, until we were close to one of the sets of the cross-braces under the platform.“Reach forward, grab the braces at shoulder level” I whispered into her ear. Once she did, I ran my hands down her arms as I stepped in front of her, and wrapped my fingers over hers, gripping the cross-braces with her hands “Now you’re locked here, little one” I said, looking into her eyes. “You may not move until. The oddness of such a move (why not take their bags with them?) had my curiosity piqued, as I’m sure it was intended, although I didn’t realize it at the time. So, after verifying that they weren’t spying on me, I inched over to the bags and rifled through them. There were the standard teen-girl purchases—shoes, purses, various decorative cell phone accessories—but one bag consumed my attention. Inside the small pink pouch, underneath a pile of pink tissue paper that seemed far too loud when.