“Get those pants down, bend over, and grab the pipes an older voice said. I noticed a hole in the metal stall wall and leaned forward and pressed my...eye to it. I saw the younger guy push his cut off jeans down and was surprised he was naked under them. I knew all about cocks, we’d talk about boners at school and thought we were so wise. Well this younger guy had a boner all right, it was skinny and looked a lot like mine. He bent over and the older voice stepped close to him, unbuckled his belt. Who knew the Old West was alive in a two-bit girl bar in Oregon? The bartender told me the girl's name was Dani and everyone here thought something of her one way or another.She had a small frame, not much more then 5' 5" and 115 lbs. She could flash a smile that all the girls seemed to adore. Next thing I knew she was standing beside me asking why I was in her bar. I smiled and told her to have a drink in peace."You don't look like you belong here sister." It was Dani marking her turf. I took. Exposing everything. Her large breasts were perky for their size, and two dark pink nipples pebbled in the cool air. She had shaved recently, her vagina hairless except for a small thin strip above her lips. He spread her legs and she whimpered. She was wet from her early encounter with her friend, and even more after imagining it was him she was blowing. The man leaned over her, his brown eyes looking at her from his ski mask with intensity. Then, in one violent push her entered her. She let. Somehow, the idea of getting her pregnant excited him even more. His juice gushed down the hard dick. It shot out the end, in spurt after spurt of sperm filled semen. Carla was hot and needed to be fucked like this. If he got her pregnant he did not care. That would be even hotter somehow. The van smelled like hot sex now and Jackie was well aware that Bruce shot his load. His shaking body and convulsing motions gave it away. He fell in a heap on Carla and she held him close not letting him.