...stroking my cock and driving....I started to approach and semi-truck on my right and just kept on stroking....right past the truck...that was kinda...fun so I did it again...as I drove I wondered if maybe a driver saw my cock, and how many of them stroke theirs and do the same... Anyway I finally had to stop and get my car serviced....couple of hours later I'm back on the road. I started to get really tired and discovered that my little flash game was a great way to wake me up, and I still. And then there was the bizarre journey to the hospital, sitting in the back of the ambulance on the gurney, trying to console yourself, feeling frustrated that you couldn't even hold your own hand, how everything just went through you when you tried to touch it. That was hard: trying not to freak out, trying not to believe that you were dead, or at least dying.And then the operation. You couldn't watch. You left and explored the building, walking around like a ghost. That's when you heard the. Michelle liked this particular bar because most of the people who went there were too self-absorbed, she thought, to even notice her. That was until this night. Michelle and Nancy were sitting at a table having a beer when two really good looking young men approached them and asking if they too could sit at the table as there were no open seats anywhere else in the bar. Nancy thought they were just coming on to them but a quickly look around the bar did give the impression of there being no. His breath quickens, and noticing, she pulls his finger from her mouth and reaches for his head, meeting again in one last passionate kiss as his cock starts to throb, signalling he is close.He breaks the kiss, moaning that he doesn't want this to end, but she concentrates on tightening her muscles. She can feel him press deep into her, his cock rubbing against her pussy walls, and he slows, enjoying the sensation she is creating. He focuses on not cumming just yet, on long deep, forceful.