Just like you did, each in their own way.”“So you know how to do it with a virgin so she enjoys it? So it doesn’t hurt?”“I can’t promise a...ything other than to be careful, attentive, and gentle. Whether or not it hurts depends mostly on your body. Same for it feeling good. I know the right things to do, so I’ll make it as good as possible. A lot is up to you. But because you seem so relaxed, that should help.”“Did you get birth control?” Kellie asked.“Yes. I have rubbers.”We walked in silence. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = * * * * * * * * * * * * It was 1958. Route 66 was in its glory as the primary route from Chicago to Los Angeles. While still in Illinois, shortly after the road passed through Springfield, just outside the small town of McLean, you passed by what was the premier truck stop of its day, the Dixie Trucker’s Home, usually referred to as “The Dixie Truck Stop.” This nationally-known truck stop was open 24/7, 365 days of the year. The huge sign with the word. “You know, I had a dream just like that myself last night, us in bed, doing lovely things to each other. Maybe dreams do come true.”She didn’t say any more, as Cathy had just come out of the house. She put her arm in mine, and we headed up the street.“You will have to get him to sing for you, Lori,” she started saying. “Really, he doesn’t sound half bad, once he gets over his self-confidence about it all. But today, now that the sun is out again, I want to lie out around the pool, and be. “So, what do you really think of my boobies?” She asked.I gulped. “They’re.. Well.. They’re just... wow.” Even still I struggled for words. I felt like a cartoon, as if my eyes had popped out of my head and several inches away staring at her beautiful soft mounds of perfection.“I’ll take that as a compliment!” She laughed.“Sorry, I just. Wow. They look amazing on you!” I told her.She raised her hands up, and cupped each one in her hand. Shaking them gently up and down, and raising them up and.