“We should have plenty of time to get there before dark.”I nodded and smiled. Her thinking was like reading my mind. Another example of just what ...was different about her. It wasn’t long before we joined up with the I-80 and headed east. There was more traffic than usual as it appeared that we weren’t the only ones starting the holiday weekend early. However, by the time we reached Fairfield, the traffic had lightened up and we were easily moving along at five or so over the limit. Even at that. Noticing the soiled (dried cum!) hand towels coming from my room during laundry my mother commented to me, "looks like you may be needing more hand towels young man," she looked at me and smiled. My mothers statement had me wondering if she knew i was whacking off, not that it mattered. Well, I got the answer to that one day when i overheard a telephone conversation between my mom and my aunt June. "Yes June I'm telling you I've noticed. He said that many young men like me had been introduced to this scene over a number of years. I was sexually aroused very much at these men looking at what he was doing to my body. He asked if it was all right to let the window down and I nodded. I wanted it. It felt really degrading to do that and I wanted it badly. Next there was a number of hands over my body playing with my cock and nipples. My friend had put his hand under my ass and inserted a finger into my hole and was pushing it slowly. "HARDER". I reciprocated her hard gaze and obeyed. My abdomen pounded like a piston in an old freight train and fucked her. Tanja, had returned from his orgasm trip and sat under Nina. Her mouth found the dune, as she licked intensely and as someone who once was close to having to give in, screamed Nina her orgasm out. Pussy cream with juice, which I still pounded hard in and I could feel Tanja's tongue licking willingly, both pussy and my soaked balls. The tungeleg the balls did it last for.