Her voice carried well over clatter of the moving train."Anyway, after a week like this I just want to get drunk and laid,that's it!" Her eyes moment...rily shot wide open, as if she realizedwhat she had just advertised to the rest of the train, and so shecupped the phone with her free hand and began talking more quietly.Simon glanced to his right. The older woman must have disembarked aswell, he thought, because in her place was a younger, thinner woman,probably in her early twenties, with. He’s handsome. And he’s your age!”Grace’s mind was racing as she drove on. “OK, where are we going?”“Fifteen more miles. I just saw the Truck Stop sign.”Cliff was laying in the bed of his sleeper when Sara’s text popped up. “She’ll be there in 20 minutes or so. Fuck her brains out! Haha.”“Oh I will!” he typed back.Cliff reached up and turned off the TV and VCR and double checked the remote cameras. As an electronics junkie, he had all of the latest toys. With his video camera and then three. "Baby I gotta pee before we go in there," I said.Ashley giggled and then watched me unsuccessfully try to pee with my raging hard-on."Why don't you just pee in the shower," she said, still laughing."But, you will be in there," I replied."So."I shook my head and climbed into the shower first, hoping to release my piss before she got in. As soon as the water hit my chest I started my flow. A yellow arc of urine cascaded onto the shower floor and into the drain. Ashley then stepped in and pushed. By the time I made Jane, I had come to the conclusion that fellatio simply wasn't my thing - my cock wasn't built for it, didn't respond to it, needed a wet cunt or an eager hand. I loved Jane's cunt and her talented hands, but when I told her about my lack of enthusiasm for having my cock sucked, she gasped slightly. "You're k**ding," she said."Nope."She looked me over slowly. "Because it's one of my favorite things." Really?" I said, raising an eyebrow."Really," she replied, smiling.