She pulled out her police baton."You listen to ME!"She spoke firmly as she exchanged glances between Mikes face and crotch which had become noticeably...larger."You're going to settle down or you are going to have two hundred and nineteen pounds of pain to deal with."Mikes eyes widened. She turned him around and handcuffed him. Normally, he would have been pissed but all he could focus on was the fact that as she cuffed him and shoved her breasts into his back."Now, you're staying the night in. Miss Evans was groaning loudly and filling the room with verbal abuse. Yet her hands clamped my face to her nether regions and she bucked her hips in what looked like abject bliss.She suddenly released my head and I bounced backwards; now soaked from her juices as the last flush flooded my chest and made its way to the floor.“Fuck me now, Paul. Stick your cock in there,” she said prising her lips apart.I looked, first at my cock and then at her wet entrance. I wasted no time and leapt between. About 5:30, he spotted a sign for a Holiday Inn a few exits up the road and mentioned it to her, saying they should stop for the night. When they checked in, the only room available had a king sized bed. Once in the room, she looked around and sat quietly on the edge of the bed. ‘What’s the matter?’ ‘I don’t have any clothes, or money, not even a toothbrush.’ ‘I saw a shop near the front desk. We can probably find you some things there. If not, I noticed that there appeared to be a small town. And I go to the floor pulling him along. It was slow dancing. At this time in my life I had not had any sex or anything close to it in months. So slow dancing was about the only way I would feel a man. My friends knew instantly what I was up to. I could hug, clutch and grind them. Big man, little girl always works for me. Just swaying to the music with my head nestled against his chest and delivering a spontaneous kiss or two in his cheek/neck area. Then I did the same kind of dancing.