I inserted my hands inside her t-shirt and started playing with boobs. I was extra cautious as no one should see us.Then I pushed her at the end of th... waterfall, pulled her t-shirt up and kissed between her boobs. I asked her for a short boob-sucking and pussy-licking session. She agreed and we went behind a tree near the waterfall where she showed me her white milky boobs. I started sucking, drinking and biting them. I rolled my tongue around her nipples many times making her moan.Then I. 316… 317… There it is ahead. 319. My cock twitches in my pants. Excitement and anxiety pumps through me, old human habits that I don’t mind holding onto. Their door is shut, the light is off. Completely dark within. Not even a glow of some device, as far as my enhanced eyes can tell. The door across from them. Closed and dark too. Perfect.I grab the lockout key from my pocket. Glancing both ways down the hall, I stop and listen at the door carefully. Silence within.The light of the hallway is. The plant was, well, pretty noticeable. The whole area smelled like burnt Fritos. And please, don't ask me how I know what burnt Fritos smell like; it's a long story and not very pretty.I was just at the Chicago city limits when I saw a young girl standing by the side of the road. Now I don't usually stop for hitchhikers, but it was around 10 PM, and this was a pretty rough area. Lots of bikers and rednecks, and not really a safe place for a young, blonde hitchhiker.I pulled over near where she. I’ve been listening to the quiet murmuring talk in the next room with a nervous ear as I get on all of my items, the occasional burst of laughter surprising me with its inclusion of female voices as well as male. The thought of this makes me even more nervous and excited, my hardness squeezing my balls cruelly as the cage struggles to anchor using them. I find the door to the bathroom with my hands and kneel, hoping to please you by being finished and in a proper position when you return. I.