Bye."She was crying. I patted her knee and said, "That had to be awful."She cried more, and then she asked rapidly in frustration, "Are you a Jesus pe...son? Do you sniff white powder? What is that music?"I had put three roses from my landlady's garden in the cup holder. She finally saw them. "For me, Charles?" No, I don't sniff coke or do Jesus. I smoke an occasional joint. Roses for you, Cynthia. It is NPR. I believe it is the Brahms first. Looks like a rest stop coming up. You go first. Then,. I closed my eyes and grabbed my cock.I guess I had been asleep for an hour or so whensomebody nudged me and whispered, “Move over.”“Whazit?” I mumbled as a warm body crawled under myblanket and put her lips on mine, her hand on my bareshoulder. “It’s me,” Samantha whispered, “I told you I was first.Everybody’s in bed, but I’m not sure they’re allasleep. I know Ginny’s awake and the twins are, well,you know. You got her all. When we had concluded our business, he offered me a drink and asked me to tell him something about myself. As Craig had already observed several times, I drew other men's gaze to me and I could see that his eyes never left me and were often focused on my crotch, which as I have said earlier was put into focus by the tight pants and form-fitting thong which I had taken to wearing since my arrival in New York. I could sense that Mike was not just being polite but had something else in mind, and. My mouth was watering and his cock was soaked. I pulled it out of my mouth and went for his balls while I continued to stroke his perfect cock. Greg moaned and was breathing heavy as I gave him everything he wanted. At this point I switched hands and was now stroking him with my right hand and I took my wet left hand and began to finger my ass. Greg cock now dripping precum. I licked his head and the slit of his cock to savor the taste and took his dick back in my mouth. Greg was now thrusting.