When they picked us up, most of the team was mobbed by the middle-aged volunteer ladies looking for a young stud or two. Very scary, Sir. Much worse t...han the Swarm. Sorry Sir, off topic. Anyway, I have been in contact with friends and family in my hometown by E-mail. The town’s adult mix is about 60% women, now. Some of our truckers have gotten collected while they were out of town. A few others, especially the young ones, went to the bigger towns hoping for pickups, but when they cut back on. Jimmy not the easy one this time.I take his cock in my mouth quickly slobbering on it as much as I can. Slurping as I stroke it.Hey! I said no… you know what I want not get up here an bend over that bed.Just getting it wet baby.I stand up and spread my legs bending slowly down to rest my arms and head on the bed. He steps up behind me.Damn boy they really messed you up. He pushes his cock against my boy hole. Sliding it up and down my crack. Then firmly pushing it in to me I moan for him just. And, we look at each other and see the fabulous times we have had this week. But what we don't see is the day to day pressures, time constraints, mundane tasks that are part of everyone's life and how we would relate to each other. This week has been like living in a utopia.” “Well Jill, while you may be right that this week has been fanciful, nothing will ever take away the wonderful memories of spending time with you; particularly making love to you. But even aside from that, the quiet. As soon as I walked into the small arcade, a guy popped out from the entrance to one of the booths. I suspect that he was watching someone else, but not liking what he saw. He was a good looking middle aged guy, so I followed him around the central island of booths to the other side and when he inclined his eye to an open door, I made a positive indication and we joined each other in a cozy booth.There used to be an all gay video booth in this place, but not anymore. Now you have to scroll.