The hand gently massages my neck, and I begin to relax a little, until I feel the first button on my shirt undo!I look down sharply, in time to see an...other one undo! I'm not sure I like this, it's a bit too weird, and I sit up straight. But the hand on my neck feels verrrry good, and now I feel another hand stroke my forehead, and then my eyebrows, and then my eyelids, and I feel a sense of warmth and well-being, and I keep my eyes closed.The hand caresses my cheek and my ears, and then I feel. From there, I can get anywhere.”“I'm Bart. What's your name?”“Trisha. Nice to meet you Bart. Thanks for picking me up!” “No problem. Tulsa huh? Well I'm not really headed that far north” I cautioned as I pulled back onto the highway. “But I've got some time. No plans for the rest of the night. I uh...might be persuaded to take you that far.”She smiled at me with a look in her big blue eyes that could have passed for excitement or contempt. “Mister, if you get me to Tulsa, I promise...” She. “You know what?” She proposed, “I’m sure we can find our balance with time, but let’s start nice and gentle for now, ok? So you can relax.”She threw aside half of her towel, presenting me her beautiful breasts; not very large, but really full and juicy. I noticed a white drop on her nipple.“What’s that, milk? Are you pregnant?!” I looked at her, alarmed and puzzled.“Oh, it’s nothing, just medical stuff,” she answered nonchalantly. “I’ll explain later. Don’t worry about it right now. Better. Oh my, yes.Next his socks, or at least what Astrid thought were socks. Could have been shoes. Difficult to tell. And then his pants. Very slowly and deliberately her Jake stood up, slightly showing his side to her. In a smooth motion he started dragging his pants down. The bastard knows I’m looking!His pants finally came all the way off, and he started to saunter over to the glass sliding door. His cock bouncing with every step. When he arrived at it, Jake pressed himself up against the door,.