He stood there ignoring me as if I was nothing more than some tree or fence post that he shot his cum on.Just like the recordings I had been listening...too, no emotion, no love, just raw lust played out between two consenting men. I got my erection back in my pants and ran into the end stall. His cum was all over my shirt, soaked into the front and clammy against my chest. I tried to clean it up with that flimsy toilet paper provided at these rest stops, it was useless.I heard nothing outside of. I haven’t mentioned what all this was doing to me, haveI? My panties were soaked! I was already thinking how Iwould jump Bill’s bones when he got home, but for themoment I was very engaged with the staff in my hand. Ihad started to think of it as “my cock,” and at leastfor now, I did have complete control of it.I had been at it for maybe twenty minutes and once againhe was peeking up, for what might have been the fourthor fifth time. I turned my head to see his. No. No, when I had taken off the sheets they went." You were leaning over a bed, your cunt itching to be fucked and he just touched your ass for a second and went downstairs?" I wanted them to do it, I wanted them to fuck me, both of them, but the man apologised for touching me. He said he was just trying to steady me while I was bent over pulling off the sheets and after a while they just picked up the mattress and took it down stairs." Is that all that happened?" I asked, my previous. Ozinski, I have a new baby at home, and every four hours or so I have to milk by breasts and save it for later," she replied, "but I'm having all sorts of trouble with the stupid machine, and I just knocked a jar of milk on the floor, and well, nothing seems to be working out today!!!" Andy was listening to what Donna Wilkens was saying, but his eyes were riveted to the magnificent tits that sprung from Donna's slim chest! Andy remembered when his own wife, Sheila, was pregnant, but even on her.