Seeing the direction of Beth's stare, her own eyes dropped to peer at the little tips that punched the thin fabric. "Do you like my titties?"I'd like ...o see them without that blouse," Beth responded. Her lashes flickered their excitement. "Did you ever have another girl play with them?"Linda seemed unsurprised by the query, shaking her head as she answered. "No. But it sounds interesting." Her fingers toyed with the top button. "Would you like to play with mine?"Beth's blonde hair bobbed an. Watson, I guess you get to be the meat in the sandwich, don't you?" I taunted them."God, yes! I want this bad!" Carver began groaning as Mark started really giving it to him and he did the same to Lowell. It was apparent that what Lowell had really feared about black men was also what he desired: a big cock. Of course, given how false stereotypes could be at times, I noted that Lowell should prepare himself for disappointment now and then."Alright, Martin, I want you to shove your cock in. “Additionally, we will only need another day to reach California,” I added.We stopped at a good hotel on the west side of Flagstaff to avoid the early morning traffic coming into the city. A good steak dinner replaced the kill that I was hoping to make, and we went to bed early that night for a little love and sex.On the morning of Thursday, the 11th of May, we were up early and followed our now standard routine before departing our hotel to find a good breakfast. Shortly, we were back on I-40. And Lorrie needed him as much as he needed her. Didn’t that meant he was free to give her what she needed, what he needed too? The young man’s caresses grew bolder and, as they did, Lorraine shifted position, moving closer to him. She knew what she wanted to happen, and she didn’t care if wanting it was wrong. ‘Oh, Luke,’ she whispered, ‘You really are the only person in the whole world who really cares for me, aren’t you?’ All she could think of was having him satisfy her again, like he had.