It felt warm and strong. She'd be better if she couldn't feel his dick, so hard, against her. Her pyjama pants were soft and thin. There was almost no...thing to keep it from pressing against her. She could feel it so big and hard against her thigh. If he moved anywhere else she wasn't sure what she would do. He pulled her leg up and around him again, moving his hand to hold her against him. She could feel his dick against her pussy now. "Don't," she whispered. But he liked it there, pushing. I often dreamt of a different life, one which didn't involve living out of my suitcase while cramped in a smoke-laden trailer as we traveled across the country. I never had a static place to call home. I had always been a visitor; always planning the next stop.Still resting against the counter top, I was so absorbed in my own self-pity and longing that I never saw him approach the booth. Startled out of my thoughts by the appearance of him, I glanced up blushing at my obvious lack of presence.. At night I started to masturbate reading sex stories and watching video. Then I saw her sleeping, I felt nervous looking at her. I kept my phone besides and started watching her and masturbate.After an half an hour, I slowly kept my hand on her breast and gently pressed. There was no movement, it went for another 10 min, then I tried to insert my hand on her nighty but suddenly she took of my hand, I was so scared and I acted as if I was in deep sleep. That night went that way. Next morning all. You hear the door open and storm at me asking where I left your clothes. ?Well, they?re already packed in our car. Thought it might save you some time? ?All right, you bastard, and just what am I supposed to wear now? Just how far did you think we will get with me naked in the passenger seat?!? you fume, your eyes shooting daggers at me. ?Easy girl, you?ll won?t have an indecent exposure in this? I explain whilst handing you an old cotton sweater of mine. You?ve worn it before, staying at my.