Inside, the room was bordered on three sides by full length mirrors. A small bench was pushed against the wall. Looking back at her, her reflection mi...icked her every move, her face flushed red, her breasts rising and falling with every breath. As she listened intently for any nearby sounds, Ava’s hands moved nervously at first but gaining confidence as she began to cup and massage her breasts. Her fingers slid over the soft skin, feeling the curve before going to her nipples, pinching them. Haven't we fucked enough?" My breath is bad," he complained."No problem," she mounted him. "You breathe out of the side of your mouth and I'll breathe in the opposite direction." She took his morning erection and slipped it in. "Mmmmmmmmmm," she sounded out as she squeezed him tightly. "I know you have to pee but hold off until I get your cum up me."At work Olivia's mind worked on two things at once. Her job. And what was to take place in the future. The Insurrection was three years ahead. No. Her nipples were like hard cherries just waiting to be nibbled. And he didn’t want to make them wait much longer. Mitchell expertly moved his way up her breasts with his mouth. He lingered on her neck, French kissing it as she moaned and purred lightly. He moved on to her earlobes and to her lips where he stuck his tongue deep into her mouth. As Mitchell kissed her Martha pulled down his sweat pants, his cock popping out with the force of a winded up jack in the box. And she rubbed and stroked. But then she noticed Jim beginning to get very quiet, and shortly afterwards a worried frown appeared on his face."Jim, something the matter? You look pre-occupied." Huh? Oh... Yeah, there's something a little weird about this road. More than a little..." Yeah, I've noticed it too. We've been traveling for what, an hour now, right? And still no exits." It's not just that. My odometer says we've made fifty-five miles, a very long distance for no exits. But what's really getting to me is there.