“Not bad for your first blow job,” I remarked, as Betty wiped my cock clean with some napkins she found in the console. “We have to find a plac... to park,” Betty said, pulling her panties and shorts back into place. I agreed, but there weren’t a lot of placed between Dallas and Oklahoma City to park. “Just a for a few minutes,” Betty pleaded. “I need a break.” I pulled on to a scenic view drive in the Arbuckle Mountains of south central Oklahoma. The road provides a nice view of the rock. "I'm sorry" he said miserably."No! Brad! It's okay. Really it is. It makes me feel ... pretty or something. It makes me feel things..."She couldn't finish, but looked down at her thrusting mounds."Brad, would you kiss me again?"Overjoyed that she didn't hate him he embraced her. This time her body came against his completely as their lips locked. This put the tip of his hard cock right above where her pubic hair started and it poked into her. She felt weak as she realized what it was and kissed. If I had a lighter, I’d try to make a fire, or maybe smoke what might very well be my last cigarette. But I don’t so fuck that. I guess a little back story is in order. You might wonder, who the fuck is this dude and why is he rambling about being a zombie? For all you know, I might be an escaped mental patient who’s whacked out on drugs. I’m not. You’ll have to take my word on that. My name is Eli Rommel Etienne. I stand five feet eleven inches tall, kind of chubby and dark-skinned, but. "I'm glad it's you looking after me today,Wayne."I noticed him flush a little. I continued, "You're different from theothers. It's like... you care."I watched him carefully. So far so good. I smiled shyly and started to slip up my top. "Would you like to touch me now?" It sounded so awfuland I expected him to march me straight back to my room. His eyes,however, were fixed on my now exposed breasts."Do you like what you see?" I asked softly."Hell, yeah," he said sounding almost breathless."Go.