Her hand is starting to move to my crotch as my already hard dick answers with attention in my pants. Liz, continuing to kiss me also rubs me through ...my pants and reaches inside them, grabbing my hard on. She begins to stroke it inside my pants and rubs it. Liz unbuckles my belt and pulls it off. She unzips my jeans very slowly and teasingly pulls the zipper down. Opening my pants, she feels my hard-on tenting through my boxers. Her hand cups my balls and fondles them."How does this feel? "It. In fact, before we reach the top of the mountain you can see where he finished it. He threw it out and it smashed in the road." The woman paused. "By the way, you haven't told me your name." Roger Thomas." I let it sit there."You got to be kidding. We have the same last name. Where are your people from? Maybe we are related." My family was originally from Canada. Yours?" Virginia, I think. I never bothered to find out much about them." So you're twenty-nine, divorced, pretty and riding through. All of the sudden she moves to her side and her tits were facing me. I was really scared for a minute but then I move my hand to hold her tits from outside. I start pressing them I took her hand and slowly bring near to my lund to make her hold my hot and throbbing lund. I was moving her hand back and forth to feel as if she was giving me a hand job. Her hand was so soft and warm. My one hand was still caressing her tits. All of the sudden she woke up and asks me what I am doing here. She was. After all the stories I’d ever heard about this place, I figured I would open the doors and find Sodom & Gomorrah returned at last. Instead I found a dive bar with bad lighting, poor music, crappy drinks, and enough smoke in the air to kill off a third world nation. Not to mention some of the most hideous looking waitresses I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. As I sat at the bar, contemplating whether or not to drink the rum and coke I’d ordered (the glass looked as if it hadn’t been washed.