The other two were aboutpartying it up while I was open to anything just as long as I relieved myselfof the beers I found myself quickly consuming. As... we continued our drive we noticed an attractive woman pulled over in thebreakdown lane. Her hazards were on, as she stood in front of her car withsmoke coming from the hood “Whoa, Slow Down”, we all shouted and laughed. About a half a mile from where she was stranded Christine finally came to a completestop, put her hazards on and reversed the. I was still a bit giddy sitting naked in that cubicle when I heard a ruckus approaching the toilets. Then the worse thing could happen. A bunch of jocks from a football game appeared in the toilet block. They found my clothes, then one of them kicked in my cubicle door and dragged me out. “Hey, guys, looks like we’ve got a little faggot here.” One of them yelled, elated. Before they all beat the shit out of me. They even stomp on my balls and kicked a few ribs in. They weren’t done with me yet.. I was still hard an I started to mumble something about being sorry but she came closer and told me it's OK, she understood how I must feel being young and curious about an older woman . She sat next to me and I felt her hand on my back ,I turned to face her, again about to say sorry and stand up to walk out, but as I faced her she opened her bathrobe to one side to expose one of her large breasts "touch it " she whispered. I cupped it with my hand and she moved my head down towards her , I. He had wanted a little more of a reaction from his mother. It was absurd, his plan hinged on the idea that his mother wouldn't know who she was with last night. Still, he wanted some kind of acknowledgement from her. A wink or a smile would be enough. Instead she seemed completely oblivious.In reality Cindy was fighting to maintain her sense of normalcy. She had wanted to write off last night as some bizarre sex dream. The dried semen in her pussy and her sore muscles quashed that theory. Now.