I don't, so I turn back around, figuring they must have been honking at someone else. A few seconds later, the same truck pulls over to the side of th... roadway and then I know... Someone is going to offer me a ride. I ease around beside the truck on the passenger side, and the window is already rolled down. A guy in his mid 30's (I'd guess) is grinning at me from the drivers' seat. He's not at all unattractive. "Where you headed?" He asks. "I'm heading to Smithson Ave." I reply, even though I. “Alright, your good mom.” “Feel better without that sweaty underwear?” She asked without opening her eyes.“Yeah…” I laughed, “It was a little constricting.”I wished I had taken the time to relieve myself that morning. My cock was throbbing and bouncing under the towel. It was fully engorged and I could feel the cum building up at the tip. I was doing my best to control myself, but the knowledge that my dick was free under the towel kept mingling with mental images of what I would like to do. She noticed to and quickly sat down. While I might be comfortable with it, Laura sometimes gets downright pissed that men reduce her to her body. As the drinks came, four of Joe’s friends from the ski area stopped at our table. Two of them were very effeminate black men, named Garrett and TJ, who seemed as though they were together. The other two, a Mexican man and woman, named David and Chelsea who were holding hands. Joe introduced us all, and the four of them sat down around the table. . "How's everything been going between you two?" I asked."Good..but.." she muttered."What?" I asked. She comes closer to me and grabs my crotch. "I want you". she exclaimed. She began kissing me and pressing close against me. I tried to push her off of me my true feelings were coming out and I knew there was no leaving. I lifted her up and took her up to the bedroom and laid her on the bed. I locked the door this time and mounted Melissa. I looked deep into her eyes and began kissing her. She.