Each time I woke afterwards, I felt as tired, if notmore than I had before I started and in the last case, I had actually'slept' for some fourteen hou...s. If that wasn't enough, I had even goneto bed for another four or so after that.I needed to find that website again and see if there was anything Ishould have read, before I started reading the story. Perhaps there wassome hypnotic 'thing' embedded in the page and that was what was sendingme to sleep. I caught a glimpse of my fingers as I got. Five minutes onto I-94 she slid over next to me and her hand went to my zipper. "What are you doing?"She laughed and said, "Just what I said I was going to do - suck your cock every chance I get until we reach Denver."I started looking for an exit with a motel, but it was another ten miles and by then she had me ready to blow. I told her I was going to cum and told her there were tissues in the glove box, but she didn't stop and I had to pull over until she finished."All the way to Denver huh?". “How would that even work?”“You know where the prostate is?”“Sort of.”“Well, when he’s rolled back on his shoulders...”Walker and I listened as Vanessa worked through the possibilities in some detail. The lesbian explaining male anatomy to the virgin. Then I remembered Vanessa’s closeness to Bear. And Barry. I remembered all those nights she worked at BEAR on Broadway, listening to the late night conversations ... gay staff, gay customers.Pilar was paying attention, staring into Vanessa’s eyes.. At some point, I was sure everyones hands were roaming over me. I felt strangely free, drawing pleasure from offering my self up so uninhibitedly. My juices flowing stronger, wetting the folds of my sex. Hands withdrew, and for a moment all action seemed to stop. Again I could hear the rustle of people. With a firm grip, I was rolled up onto my shoulders, pussy and butt in the air, legs bent forward. A mans tongue worked its way into the folds and began licking. Sucking, slurping, devouring my.