I am not jealous, only him", and she flashed me one of her great smiles.By this time I was caressing her at ease, my hand running slowly up her thigh ...nd then over her tummy to her full round breasts which were floating on the surface of the bubbling water.Around us other people were getting in and out, cavorting and stroking each other, talking loudly, but we were left alone to enjoy ourselves, my cock floating up and knocking regularly against her thigh, her back, with her smiling at me all. He fingers immediately went to her clit. Her mind fantasized that this stranger was bending her over, with her hands trapped behind her back. He slammed his long, hard cock deep into her pussy. Her breathing became so rapid and she began to moan. She tried to be as quiet as she could, but it was no use. She moaned loudly as her orgasm raged through her body. As she caught her breath, she looked at her watch. She knew she had to get back to her desk before anyone noticed that she was missing.. Four minutes later I was heading northwest on I24. It was still dark, but the freeway was clear and dry.” At 10:00 I was skirting St. Louis. I hit Iowa City at 2:30. I stopped at a MacDonald, bought a cheeseburger and a diet coke and used the facilities. After filling up my gas tank at the service station next door, I got back on the freeway. The weather was good and the driving was easy. It was much too early to stop. When I reached Mason City, Iowa it was only 5:15. It was getting dark, but. They were mostly whores or thieves, and most of the thieves had been whores before they became too old for that trade.Jim had met a few whores, had even paid a few of them, for some rushed and soulless rutting in the dirty back rooms of taverns along the trails he travelled. He had once even encountered a 'decent' woman, a widow on the Oregon Trail, but it was a rushed affair behind a few bushes, just a few steps away from camp, and Jim knew he had not met her expectations, shooting his load.