It's hard to say because time had stopped. "Oh, I love you, Darling," she said. "I knew you would be delicious the first time I saw you. Gaydar, you k...ow." "What's that?" I asked. "It's kind of an outdated term. A gay person can always spot another gay person. It's like radar but for sexuality." "How about my mother?" I asked. "No way," Karla said. "She's a beautiful woman but definitely straight. And we have to be very careful not to hold hands or do anything wrong that she might pick up on.. I took a few deep breaths and started thrusting again. Some faint protests, the poor girl didn’t even know what she was protesting. Her entire body limply moved up and down with me pounding her. She was getting horny, wasn’t she? It might be just wishful thinking. I might be my imagination, her moans were difficult to differentiate, but I would’ve sworn she moaned in pleasure. That she opened up her legs some more to make room for me, that she tilted her hips to invite me in.My hands. I was happily sucking on the old trucker’s cock when I looked over to see someone peeking under the wall. There was about six inches of space, so this person had to be sprawled out to get a decent look. I stopped sucking long enough for my stranger to look down at me to wonder what was going on. I pointed to the floor and he looked over at our audience. The trucker leaned back just enough to unlock the door to our stall. The set of eyes peeking under the stall quickly disappeared and I could. " Toldja he'd bounce us with his eyes" said Sarah to her friend, "Quiet Sarah, don't scare him away just yet" and then looking to me filled in the last of the introductions "I'm Rachel... we're both 19".We went around in our circle of sorts and told our stories, the two girls were visiting the city from their respective suburbs having not seen each other for a month. "A Lifetime and a half" as Rachel described it "were nigh inseparable" while squeezing Sarah with a rather affectionate hug. I.