Total terror. I arranged a full day off, taking one of my leave days. I left for Yokohama about 8:00 am, showed all the necessary paperwork, and start...ed back to Atsugi about 10:00. Road Work. Mama-sans waving traffic, paying taxes with labor. The Kwanto Plains area of Japan is some of the richest as far as rice farming, but as a base for roads, they suck. Every mile was stop and go. In the left lane. With crazy people. Big Trucks, and three wheelers that I would demolish, if I were not careful.. You better be pale and look like you saw a ghost.The one that smelled like a French whore bathing in Channel Number 0, to cover her body odor, came over to say, “Well that answers that question. Some female patients had semen leaking out of them when we changed their gowns before returning them to their rooms to bathe. Come to think about it, he was always on break during when the girl must have had sex in their therapy room.”Back in the resting area the boy and girl had awakened from their. I surveyed the whole situation. I was getting excited. I could see the smallest white little pair of panties barley hanging on to her right foot. They dangled there as she had an enormous cock thrust in and out of her from behind. They would eventually just slip off. On the seat in a crumpled mess was her summer dress. Matts clothes lay in a heap on the floor now pushed under their seats. From behind it looked sexy. His firm tight tanned ass thrust repeatedly into little Celina. He was a. If I’d had my way, it would have lasted forever. As always, Stacy led, I followed, imitating each movement, trusting her, knowing we both wanted the same thing. She explored under my shirt, hands sliding over my tummy, my ribs, stealing my breath away as her fingers brushed over my breasts as mine brushed over hers. She helped me pull my shirt off, easing it over my head. I helped her with hers, unable to tear my eyes from her hardened nipples, the tip of my tongue travelling over my suddenly.