“I still have the sheets I used freshman year. The beds are like, fucked up…” she said in a strained voice, really trying hard to reach what she...wanted, yet unwilling to get up and try from the other side of the bed. “You need special sheets, otherwise you end up with your feet sticking out the end. You know what I mean being as tall as you are. Trust me, I washed them several times, they’ve just been sitting under here.” She finally pulled out a trash bag and stood up, handing it to me. I. We finally stopped at a Nevada truck stop, which allowed me to shave, apply some deodorant and buy a “King of LV” shirt that actually looked halfway stylish under my jacket. It also gave me a good chance to appreciate my fellow travelers. Sara, I’d known for years, but she was wearing a dazzling sundress with no appreciable underwear, while Nicky had on a pair of shorts only a dancer could pull off along with a tank top that was a size too small.When she realized I was staring, she obviously. I felt him take his finger out my dripping slot and was about to turn round and sit on his cock when he rubbed his thumb in my juices and slipped it into my tight ass hole. Then he put his finger back into my pussy, making me moan and groan and writhe back onto his fingers. It wasn't long before I came. I felt the spasm start deep inside me as he continued to ram his finger and thumb in and out of my ass and pussy while munching hungrily on my clit, I came in a loud scream of ecstasy. I removed. Nisha was still uncomfortable in my presence & used to talk with me only for formality purpose. A couple of weeks passed, and still there wasn’t any major change in her attitude or behavior. I was really impressed with her loyalty towards her husband because even after 2 weeks of Ramesh’s departure, she wasn’t showing any signs of sex starvedness. But somewhere in my mind I knew, she being a young wife must be feeling itchy down there but she never showed signs of that. I too continued to be.