I drove the 20 miles to my favorite Glory Holes with the mission to suck and be sucked until I was all sucked out!The guys behind the counter know wha...'s in my backpack, and have no problem with me bring in my "supplies". I've traded blow jobs with them, right behind the counter, when there were no other customers around. I got an additional $5 of "tokens" and headed downstairs.This shop had 2 pair of glory hole booths; I took the one furthest in back. I spread out my towel, turned on the lamp,. I felt that I had been tested enough... The treatment that savedme, wasn't a miracle... It was just another challenge for me to endure...I was tired of simply enduring... At least they didn't force me to gowith them, even though they did ask. Getting me back into the church wasgoing to probably take another miracle, maybe they knew better thanhoping for two to happen in the same year... They left after breakfastand I returned to my room in an attempt to catch up on some readingassignments, but. Her breath became shorter, and her sighs more frequent, and the pressure against my erection more constant, the circular motion against it more intense, and I found that my right hand was beginning to stray down from her breast to feel the tension of her hard, muscular abs. With each motion of her ass against my cock my hand made ever wider circles until it brushed against the fabric of her bikini bottoms, and then I felt her legs part ever so slightly, inviting me to explore further. The. ..“, she laughed again. “But don’t worry. I have no such reservations. Rather the opposite. I am loving it and if you give a couple minutes to catch my breath I will prove it to you.“ “That’s what I was hoping for. The way you came off has made me horny as hell.” Saying that I started to stroke my hard cock and jerked it slowly to keep it in fighting shape.Just this view seemed to be enough to get her all antsy again. Like the rabbit stares at the snake she was watching my hand on my cock and.