Now, this was back in the 'old days' when rest stops were pretty much a truck thing—not so much 'travelers', so they still had the old style piss tr...ughs, and often no doors on the stalls. I walk up to the trough and hooking the band of my jock with my thumb, whip out the meat. Letting it hang free, with my hand up on the wall—fully exposed, I let out a vocal “ahhhhhh”. In moments I hear some footsteps walking in, and I just grin. That bare hairy jock ass gets them every time :) Being pretty. I sat there dumbfounded. I was glad she didn’t wait for a response. I had expected her to be grossed out by seeing me in the nude. I had never in a million years expected her to react like that. And how was she still a virgin? It’s not like she was ugly, quite the contrary actually. I sat down at the computer and without thinking, found myself searching through my pictures profile. It didn’t take long for me to find the pictures from a beach party we had a couple weeks ago. I scanned. The school's Lesbian & Gay Student Alliance had requested use of the council's meeting room two afternoons a month to hold its own meetings.Although she knew it was a hopeless cause, Aisha, on the council as head of the Black Students Union, gave an impassioned speech about diversity and reaching out to others.She was given polite applause as everyone knew Kimberly would be totally against this and no one wanted to get on her bad side.Aisha had been the only one willing to speak out for it,. His broad lopsided smile and laughing brown eyes stole her heart the very day he moved in.She ground down, taking him deep, moaning as his cock stroked her, stretched her. He was incredible. Everything about him was just… right. She quivered. A tiny spasm clamped her pussy tight around him. Another. A larger one. Her juices flowed, adding a sensual squelch to the soundtrack of needy moans, soft grunts, and the rhythmic squeaking of the bed.Anticipating a monumental, satisfying, orgasm, she.