" I'd just as soon stop up the road a ways, unless you feel like driving most of the night yourself," Jason contributed."Not really," Duane replied. "...'m pretty much running on sun time, I'll be crashing within an hour of sunset and getting up with the birds." Then I guess we'll just have to leave it at 'see you in a few days, '" she sighed. All of a sudden the two of them were in a kiss, and it was a serious kiss, indeed."Hey, Chica," he said softly when they came up for air -- but loud enough. It was clear that there was a close bond between the two girls. Honey seemed to accept her fate with the same resignation as she showed at having to fuck a stranger. It was what her dad told her to do so she was going to do it.Honey had dressed in a pair of thread bare blue jean cut-offs that were so tight that the seam between her legs deeply divided her cunt neatly in half. She also had on a black Grateful Dead "T" shirt and a pair of raggedy old flip flops. Sugar handed Honey a paper bag. Her boobs were also bouncing while all this were going on.Finally I was able to get hold of her I pushed her on the floor and pressed my dick in her pussies. I was amazed to see that her pussies were tight, she was still virgin. I took my dick out, spit on her pussies and then again pushed my dick, but I managed only two or three inches. She was shouting madly out of pain, and finally again I took out and pushed it again a lot harder this time and managed to get in full. She was crying out pain. The Bars names were enticing all to themselves, bars with names like, The Joy Bar, Pleasure Palace, or Happy Endings. I wanted to go into them all. At the top of the bar was Polly's Kettle House. "Let's go in here and I'll buy you your first Kettle of Soju." Bret suggested "Fuck it sure," I said. "I wasn't supposed to come to Hooker Hill anyways so fuck it might as well have some drinks too." A beautiful waitress brought us a big Kettle they called it, of Kool-aid and Soju.