.. yes?” I blinked.“I mean ... like ... I’m...” Virginia spluttered. “Fine!” She grabbed her shirt and tugged it over her head with some f...erceness, throwing it directly into my face. It was rich with her scent – unfortunately, her scent included the now week old gore of several zombies she had decapitated while delving in an underground dungeon. I tugged it from my face and threw it to the ground in time to see that Virginia had sunk up her chin in the bath, her knees drawn almost to her nose.. Besides, the majority ofthe trip would happen while we were asleep. We'd be arriving in our hotellate tomorrow night. On the brighter side, this was the first trip where all of the buses usedto carry the people and equipment involved in my tour were travellingtogether. There were three buses that carried the band, the dancers, andthe crew. Only my bus and the tractor-trailer had any markings to let theother vehicles on the road know who I was, but it was still an impressivesight to see.It was. I had built up a good rhythm, and since I was already having trouble cumming I didn’t want to restart the whole process.The low, quiet voices stopped, and I heard no more. I squeezed my balls tighter with my left hand, and began to jerk off in earnest. It felt as though there was a thin layer of foam around my cock, and my sensitivity was low. But it felt good, the weed always made jerking off much more pleasurable, it seemed.I heard something, then, that made me start with surprise. A low. "Miss?" his voice brings me out of my very dirty thoughts. I'm turned on, I hope it's not obvious. "Sorry, I was...oh, call me Naomi," I say, moving behind him to look at his back and shoulders. They are very clearly tense and knotted. I begin massaging his strong shoulders, and he moves his head to give me better access. "Why are you so tense?" "I've gotten into a couple fights since I got back a day ago. Went to a bar and some asshole started picking a fight with me about my being.