He realized that it had been telling him this for a few miles now. He would need to get off at the next exit. He shut off the GPS voice function, not ...anting to listen to it for the next three miles to the exit. Rick settled in for three more miles of sad reflection on his life. There had to be another way. Fading in place just wasn’t acceptable. He wished he were headed for something fun or at least distracting instead of a business conference. At least he might get a little more enjoyment out. She climbed ontop of me, we stared kissing and licking each others necks and ears. She must have been very horney or realized somehow that i was new to all of this and casually pop the question "do you have a condom?", my heart almost stopped, here i was on the brink of my calmination of becomming a man and a little piece of plastic stood in my way. I mubbled quite depressively "ah naagh, sorry" and to my delight she replied "you know what fuck it" Like rabbits on heat we moved in fast forward. After a few shots and a few smokes "paul" suggests we play truth or dare. I agree and we do th usual lame truth or dare stuff when paul dares me to have a wank. I was quite drunk and high at this point and to be honest quite horny so i reluctuntly agreed. Taking out my cock i started playin with it seeing paul stare at it made me hard. Slowly i started stroking, my now rock hard , cock. I could see pauls cock buldgin in his jeans so i dared him to do the same. He happily agreed. So here i am, a. "What are you doing?" "Letting the guy get a look," I said, looking down at her shirt. "Lift it up." "What? No..." "Come on...do it." "But, I can't do that..." "Just do it," I urged. She paused for a second and lifted her shirt up just a little, but then stopped. "Come on," I pleaded. She frowned slightly and then continued pulling her shirt up exposing her entire chest, but covering her face. She held the shirt up for a couple minutes before I told her to put it back. The trucker blew his.