"Bill, when we get off this road, we are going to pass a Courtyard Hotel. That's where I stay during my layover. I think its best that I drop you off ...here. Wait for me in the lobby; I should be there in about an hour or so. If anyone asks why you're there, tell them that you're waiting for me. They all know me there so you should have no problem."About a quarter to twelve, I dropped him off and headed down the road to the terminal. I dropped the trailer and pulled my tractor over to the. It was easy to slip a second finger inside and exciting to feel how wet my palm was getting as the juices ran out over it. I curved my fingers up and pressed them against my soft spot, breathing in sharply as I felt myself shiver delightfully. With my other hand, I rubbed up and down over my clitoris, small and hard and half hidden in its nest of pink flesh. Looking down over the mounds of my breasts and hard nipples, I could just see the shape of my fingers sliding in and out, and could hear. In my immediate area there were only five kids near my age, with the closest one being a 10 minute bike ride away. I’ll call him Ronnie, for now. He was a kid of small frame build, he looked much younger than his peers, and was a full head shorter than I was. He had mid shoulder length sandy blonde hair cut in heavy shag with bangs over his eyes (yes, it was popular then…) His passion was music, his face was decidedly “soft” in gesture, and somewhat feminine. His gentle demeanor unfortunately. One night in particular was a prime example.As I watched the movie, I noticed a black guy that came in and sat a few chairs away from me. He was about forty years old, well dressed in casual clothes and clean cut. When scene on the screen got pretty hot, this guy pulled his cock out and started casually playing with it. He had a nice, thick cock that was about eight inches long. In a few minutes he was hard, and something like that does not go unnoticed in a porn theater. Within seconds, a.