Lots of tears andemotions on my part in this. However many good and fun moments to. I often try to tell this story with the wisdom or lack of wisdom t...at comes from age. Like the part about what the kid writes in his Pen Pal Letter, of course you do not do that, but you might think that. A lot is ment for Humor so feel free to laugh you ass off, feel free to cry, I have done both, motly feel free to enjoy, but above all FEEL FREE. I have been back to America from other places more times then i. She unbuckled her seatbelt, readying herself for when they parked in the woods before the cabin Dante sent to her – leaning from one cheek to the next. Every since they left home, she hadn’t sat straight, adjusting her position every few minutes. Rough sections of road drew winces and grunts, but Bill ignored as he figured she probably wouldn’t give a straight answer anyway if he queried.“Here’s good,” she said and pulled her phone up, typed, and rested it between her legs. More was visible. She held it inside her mouth, using her tongue to coat his cock with his cum, taking the thick crème and lathering his head with it.He began to slide his hips back and forth in a gentle fucking motion, holding her head firmly as he used her mouth. He had to fight the urge to cum. "Let me see your tits Cindy. Slip the comforter down to your waist."He wanted to see her naked body, or at least half of it. But she knew that it was only the beginning, he had already told her that he wanted to watch. “Soon.” I replied as I reluctantly took her hand away.Tracy left the cubical first, once the coast was clear she left the toilet and I made to follow her. I heard another woman outside the toilet, so I ducked into another cubical. I waited a minute or so before I opened the door. As the door opened, I was met by a woman with a very startled expression.“Sorry, but the gents was fully occupied.” I said. Giving her my best smile, she was still shaking her head as I left.The function room was in.