“I love cock in my ass, don’t you” Jessa announced, as he gave my ass another slap.“So do I, yes, it’s to die for,” was my response. Ask me why, I didn’t know myself, why or why I imagined I was a girl. The world around us was oblivious to us, as we arrived at my motel entrance. I was groaning in pain and pleasure, as he started moving in and out, slowly. He began to get clingy and rub my upper back.“My, my, I dig your rags, honey, I don’t ever remember seeing you here before,” he said, in a girly accent.“I’m not from here, I’m from out of town,” I replied.“Honey, you’ve stumbled upon the suburb’s only gay bar,” he said, trying to nibble on my ear. It slowly grew, and when it reached over seven inches, I slivered down to the floor like a lizard and swallowed as much as I could. When we had stopovers or rest stops, we all disembarked to stretch our legs or went to find some food.
