She said yes, mentioned the price and I sad OK. (There is nothing like a free lunch - you have to pay to get laid :-))So now I thought that we would g... upstairs in a room or so to do the fucking. Not so. Still almost naked, she had only her string on, she took my hand and led me to this area, behind the turning table it was were the girls entered the turning table. There was a bed, we went in there and she drew the curtain hiding us from direct view from the people. It was a very small place. At Cartersville, I left the Interstate and followed the road to old US 41 and south through Cartersville honking as I went. I kept hoping we would find someone. I got to old US 41 even went into the downtown area all to no avail. I headed down for he Red Top exit and returned to I-75 heading south. At Acworth, I left the Interstate and took Georgia Highway 92 west toward Woodstock. We saw no one and had no responses. I wandered around the shopping areas at Highway 92 and I-575 but heard and saw. .maybe a quick wank would would helpclear my head and get my mind off...me. It usually brought some respitefrom being caught up in all this girly temptation.Fine, I resolved, just a quickie, and then I'd be dressed and off to theconference site to get registered. I grasped my manhood in one hand andbegan to stroke. Almost involuntarily, my other hand rose to stroke mytorso, up my smooth flat belly to heft my-not-quite-a-breast and back.God it felt good. I stiffened (was it, maybe, thinner?). His mom looked the same, curvy hips and a nice bubble butt with the same generous “B” cup breasts that still stood proudly off her chest, and her youthful face hadn't aged at all. His sister was a different story, though. The little stick girl he remembered was gone, replaced by a beautiful young woman who's breasts were really starting to develop into small b cups that shared the same shape as their mothers.Ms. Lori Summers worked as a waitress at the local diner, picking up every shift the.