I am passed like a ragdoll to a next lap, and I feel hot, naked fleshthrough my pantyhose. I also feel a rock-hard dick, pressing at mybum... This is ...oing to happen! I am fondled roughly, and than placedon my knees. The penis gag filling my mouth is unbuckled and removed,it's size and length sparking more embarrassing, lewd comments, and myhead is pulled forward by a pair of strong hands... Suddenly, a smellhits my senses, a smell I recognize from my own, a smell of excitedcock, but this time. I have a big scar on my right leg also. Here, just below my knee." I pulled up my pants as I offered her my leg. "Comb the hair aside until you can see the two-by-half-inch scar. I didn't get stitches and you can feel how smooth and bald the scar is. I'll fill you in later with what I'm hoping to stick out - if you're very lucky." She harrumphed my comment and looked, stone-faced, up at my groin as she fondled my scar at my obvious invitation that countered her subtle one. Her touch made my. What's to celebrate? You're glad you're getting older? That's when you're a kid, not when you can feel the bad back and the sore knees and have to wear reading glasses. But even when I was a kid I thought New Year's was scary. All these people partying, drinking, having fun. What are they celebrating? That they've survived another year? They certainly can't be celebrating what's coming, because they don't know."I'm scared, that's all," I said. "Haven't you noticed? I'm always that way on New. He found us a room and I tipped him 5 bucks. We drove there and found out it was a real lower priced dive. it had one full sized bed, no tv and one dresser in the room along with a toilet and sink, No tub, That was down the hall. I had been admiring Bert for 3 months by now and was hoping a motel would let us get sexy together. I didn't know how to make a move on him. We were so tired, we both just wanted to go to bed. We stripped to our undies and I could see he was hiding an erection. It was.