Her arms came out from behind her head to fold on top of her stomach. “Are you excited for the trip?” I really wasn’t expecting that question because I was thinking of pulling those panties to the side. Jelly wet walls pressuring my girth. I don’t remember what I was saying but at one point Megan cut me off with “Sorry to cut you off but I have a quick question. We’ve never talked outside of Gianna’s.” Megan chuckled and took a deep breath. “You never spent the night at Gianna’s. A woman’s mouth agape, a barely visible figure behind her shoving her body around. Did you ever ask? The urge to masturbate was insane. Mine to torment, mine to abuse. I didn’t have a verbal answer so I did what came naturally. By the time we arrived in Vermont we still had another hour worth of driving before we arrived at the hotel. Wasting no time, I shot her legs up into the air and dove face first into her.
