" I didn’t really pay attention to what he said because of the pleasure I was feeling. I felt his hands making long strokes up and down my legs and ...ver my ass to my back. I think I felt his hands moving further inside my legs with every stroke, and then I felt his thumbs part my ass cheeks; as time passed, his thumbs rubbed over my twitching hole. He grabbed oil and poured it on my low back and then down my crack, which he quickly and aggressively wiped with his hands. He pushed into my hole. I hadn't seen that pussy for a long time so as I lifted my arm, I leant over and looked at those lovely lips, I brought my hand down again, she flinched, gripping the bedding, I slid my hand down over her buttocks, my fingers touching over her pussy and down her legs, her buttocks were red with my hand marks over that white flesh. My erect cock was prodding up at her as she lay over my legs, her breathing was heavy, and so was mine, there was excitement between us as my hand came down again and. I notice this, and ask if she has sore feet? She does, and I am feeling emboldened I ask if she would like a foot rub? She gives me a "your fucking nuts" look, and shakes her head. "Why? I ask curiously. I don't mind, and I am sure it will help your sore feet. If you feel uncomfortable I understand, it is very forward of me to ask to touch your feet."I am not wearing socks, and I am sure they stink." She replies."Easily taken care of if you like. Why don't you go wash them really quick, and. One more thing I decided needed changing was the bike. I had been made to sell not blend in with the night. A trip to Walmart was called for along with about five dollars worth of flat black spray paint.After breakfast I returned to the motel room to shower. In the parking lot of the motel I saw a girl who might have been eighteen, but it seemed unlikely. She was being dragged toward a room by a man about thirty. He held her by the coat, with a rabbit fur trim, as he pulled her toward a room.I.