He stared at the wood of the table for a moment, tracing his fingernails over each smoothed-out knot illuminated only by the weakened moonlight.He con...inues to trail his hand over the tabletop until he touches the stone lamp at the center. He lazily grabbed the firesteel and flint and stuck them together, needing to make a few attempts before he finally put in enough effort to start a flame and light the lamp.A soft rustling sounded from the attached room. Yelka set the firesteel down hard and. He came back and had a weird look on his face.“I see you got pulled over just last week for speeding. You were given a ticket that day too. That’s not too good for you. You’re getting close to the maximum amount of points before you lose your license. I can smell your pussy in the car. I’ve got a hard on and could use a blow job. I’m sure you could work off the violation of the broken tail light. You look like a lady whose looking for a good time. What do you think?”Donna couldn’t believe her. I like the washroom setup there. There are two outer doors so if one gets lucky with a chance encounter, you can hear the outer door open so you don’t get caught. Unless you are deaf, of course.There was a thirty-year-old guy standing at the left urinal, so I stood beside him at the right urinal. After unzipping and pulling out my cock, I glanced over at his cock. He wasn’t pissing. He was slowly stroking his semi-hard erection. As I pissed, he got bigger and harder. He’d alternate between slow. The occurrences in the field began to cool off, so I spent most nights at the motel. And she would often invite me to drink a lemonade or fresh orange juice on the balcony with her. As events progressed and things got more and more quite, I was given a long vacation. It was quite sudden (I was informed on the same day as my three month motel reservation ended) so I neglected to tell Darja I will be leaving. Two weeks later when I came back, I saw her before she saw me. She was unusually sad..