The vibe was strong and Stacey was feeling it, so when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her from behind and a strong body press up against her back...ide, she smiled and pushed herself back into the stranger and moved her hips a little bit more to the rhythm of the music.She could feel his bare skin against her back and could feel that he was fit but not a meathead. Point for him. It was kind of hot not knowing exactly who was grinding up on her from behind, and she allowed herself to close. I am a very highly sexed lady and going without a steady diet of my husband's cock had been very difficult for me. I had several opportunities to scratch my itch, but I loved my husband and so I kept my legs firmly closed. That is I did until I found out that Michael hadn't been as true to me as I had been to him. I found out quite by accident. When Michael comes home the first thing he does is throw his dirty socks and underwear in the washer and wash them. He usually then takes them out of. What you told us last night earned you supper and the sack to cover up with. You want something to eat or something to drink today then you earn it. You think of something we want to know that will get you something to eat and drink. Otherwise you don't eat, you don't drink and you get very cold tonight. Because of you we aren't traveling as fast as before and it will take at least one more night." What do you want to know?" No! You think of something I want to know. I'm not going to tell you. .." I replied my manhood still standing tall out of my pants, of course, it screaming otherwise."I know, but what about them?" Mary Ann motioned toward two of the closest ogling guys in front of us. They had moved a few seats closer."What about them? They aren't going to get any closer than that. I won't let them. They are doing their own thing." I tried to be supportive, yes in a selfish way I suppose. "We really shouldn't, but..." she stammered as if starting to convince herself. I could.