Two of the women he loved had just departed to go ‘HOME’. Home, about a thousand miles south, was where he wished he could be right then. Home wit... all his friends and lovers. Maybe this was one of the lessons he needed to learn on this trip: he didn’t need to roam, despite how much he loved riding his fancy Harley Davidson motorcycle.Dave sighed and turned east and then southeast, again avoiding the Interstate highways. For a Saturday morning, he thought traffic was light. He followed the GPS. “Oh, God, that turns me on,” she blurted out in a hushedvoice, her cheeks turning pink. “I’m getting wet rightnow, thinking about it,” she said matter-of-factly, andrather breathlessly.There was a pause in the conversation and her sexy eyeswere pleading with me to make the next move. I wonderedif she was wishing she were alone right now so she couldmasturbate, or if she was feeling horny enough tomasturbate right now, right here in front of me. Icertainly was. I let you slide under her and fuck her pussy with the strap-on as I eased my cock in her tight little ass. She exploded, both of her holes filled so deep and full. She came and came and came. I could hear her screaming as she sucked your nipple and took all that we could give her.You were so turned on I could have fucked you with a telephone poll. The juice ran from your pussy under the harness and all over you. The strap on had been rubbing your clit the whole time we were fucking her.You. " So don't use words. Show her what you mean. If phone calls aren't enough, why would just talking to her be?"My eyebrows shot up. "Ah. Like flowers or something. When I get there." Go with the 'something.'" I'll have to think about that. What that could be, that is." I'm sure you can come up with something creative." Uh, okay." I considered asking her if I could bounce ideas off of her later, but then decided no. I need to come up with it on my own. As scared as I was, I knew it'd be better if.