A few things turned into enough to feed an army and I wondered where we were going to store it all.We finally got back on the road and made our turn o...to 93. We hadn't gone five miles when I saw a young woman hitch hiking on our side of the road. I was driving and Cindi was riding shotgun. I don't normally pick up hitch hikers, but Cindi looked at me and asked, {Can we pick her up, Mike. She's in trouble.}I started slowing the RV and ended up a couple of hundred feet past her. {If you guys are. But I don't think..." I'm not asking you to think, Sean." There was an edge to her voice. I glanced up at her. She was standing there, hands balled into fists, fists perched on her hips, staring at me. "A simple yes or no will do. Do you want to fuck tonight, or not?"Hearing her talk like that made up my mind for me."Nah," I said. "I guess not." I went back to packing my bag. She stood there a moment, no doubt shooting daggers at me, and then she turned and, without a word, strode back to her. While I did this I took turns rubbing her clit, pinching her nipples and shoving my finger into her vagina tracing my fingers along her g-spot. After five minutes of this constant treatment I had to pull out my fingers from her mouth for fear of choking her mid orgasm. I let go of the leash and she collapsed on the desk. I pulled her mouth open by her nose, unzipped my fly and pushed my erect cock into her tired mouth. The face fucking did not last long before I jismed down her throat and she. "Oh God yes. Where's my clothes?" I asked."Right here," she said tossing me the bag."Thanks. Mind going outside while I change please?" Hehe, it's nothing I haven't already seen, but alright," she said witha smile as she left the room. In the bag I bound some underwear, myshoes, a pair of jeans, a black tee-shirt, and a gray hooded sweater,all of which I threw on. I still wasn't used to how tight girl's jeanswere compared to guy's, but still at least they were pants."Ready," I called after I.