” His head fell back and I grabbed his cock and started stroking it again. His hips immediately start thrusting with purpose and I felt his cock g...ow even bigger! I exclaimed, “Oh my it’s getting even bigger! I never held a cock this big!” Men love to hear that and it worked. His cock just erupted and his cum shot out with such force, I think it may have bruised my tit! He was thrusting so hard that I had a tough time keeping my balance as he released rope after rope of hot cum all over. She stretched her arms along the headboard again and stood up. Stepping up to the stranger she pressed her body up against his, thrusting her hips against his hard shaft and feeling his balls so close to her pussy. With the taste of her husband's cock still in her mouth she let her lips hover a fraction of an inch from the stranger's, then slid down his body making sure his dick wove its way between her tits and along her neck to rest on her cheek. Her hands stroked his back from his shoulders. ’ I was naive and had no idea what he was talking about or what was happening at the rest areas until he explained that ‘they’ hung out there, seeming surprised that I didn't know that. Well, that set the stage for me. A few weeks later, after a night out with no luck with the ladies, I remembered my friend’s comments. I guess I’d committed myself to making something happen because before I headed to the rest area I went home and took a shower, making sure to wash my cock and balls. She looks so clean and healthy, so full of life and vitality, the crocheted sweater and flowing floor-length skirt hinting at a ripe figure beneath. ‘Jesus,’ I mutter in involuntary response. Sid, as ever, says nothing. The blonde girl, and I’d put her on the cusp of twenty, has moved past us. She’s on her way to the toilets, oblivious to our existence. I ask the unnecessary question: ‘Her?’ Sid looks at me, expression benign while anxiety squeezes my guts, part to do with Sid, part to do with.