The room is semi-dark but I cannot wait any longer.My thoughts drift to him again and I imagine that he's kissing me. I close my eyes, my tongue flick...ng out to lick my lips. I imagine his hands coming into play as my hand slips inside my shirt to caress and stroke my nipples. I whimper softly and bite my lip. My other hand slips under my skirt and into my panties. I am soaked, so wet for him that I cannot resist touching. My fingers start to caress my hard, burning clit and I gasp his name and. I saw a family with a small camper just a few spaces down from us. The man was walking their dog and seemed very interested in what we were up to, making us just that more nervous. We decided to just ignore him and try to get some sleep.In the early morning hours, probably two or three a.m., I woke up needing to go to the bathroom. I grabbed the van key and quietly let myself out and locked the door behind me. Everything was deserted and I walked into the shelter building and into the men's. . Sarah was it?" he sighed as he took off his spectacles,"What exactly should I be ashamed of?" Your so-called 'lecture'. How could you say those things? How could youeven think that women have it better than men?" Because it's true," he shrugged. "Woman are treated better and theyaren't expected to do anything except dress up and look pretty." His eyeswere directly centered on her cleavage. He was clearly eye-fucking her.Not only was he a misogynist, he was a pervert!Sarah finally had enough. I think I can give him a chance,” I said. “I don’t have a problem in being with you,” Ryan said. “Say you don’t have a problem in fucking me, you know I like things dirty,” I said, as I teased him again by rubbing my feet against his inner thighs. “Yah, I have no problem in fucking you, but sometimes…” he said what I wanted to hear. “Forget about that ‘sometimes’, don’t get emotional here. I don’t like it,” I said. “Then how about if I get dirty?” He asked, and he moved his feet forward. He.