Larry started stroking and so he was rock hard like me and his cock was a little bigger than mind but not quite as thick. He was enjoying his stroking...like I was enjoying mine. It was hard to watch the road and his cock at the same time but I did manage to look. Boy his cock looked good! After several minutes Larry reached over and grabbed my cock and slowly started stoking me. “You don’t mind, do you?” “Go right ahead. It’s fine with me” was my reply. He stroked slowly and rubbed his hand over. But knowing myself I always seem to go with the flow. The risk involved and the thought of getting it on with her was so inviting.The one night she and I were sitting in the lounge watching TV. The lady with whom we stayed read a lot of books in her room at night and so she usually left us in the lounge to watch TV. Anyway, I was lying on the one couch and this girl came and sat right in front of me on the floor. She had her own couch to sit on, so this was sort of a sign to me that she was. I think it is a beautiful area as it is nestled in a National Park so I am surrounded by the wonders of nature. It is a peaceful place, tourist buses stop here a couple of times a week and there always seems to be a few holidaymakers in the caravan park all year round. But this all changes around Christmas. For several weeks every summer my small town explodes into a hive of tourism. The caravan park is booked out, usually many months in advance, as is the hotel as well as local football oval. Just when things were so great between them.“Because it is a woman’s name,” Marcus winked at him.“And what could a woman have in common with that ugly thing you call a van?”“Everything. This Melissa chick was just as ugly. But she could take a riding, just like my van.”“You’re one sick bastard, man,” Ayn shook his head.“Hey, there’s no better thing than the love of an ugly woman. That kind of woman will take everything from you. She won’t fuss, because she knows how she looks. And she’ll.