"I'm a vendor sort of." Oh and what is a sort of vendor?" I asked."I own a food caravan," he said."I know what a food truck is but I don't think I eve... heard of a caravan, unless you mean a camper," I said. I had the British meaning in mind, a camper."Not exactly but sort of like that. Instead of a food truck I have three different rolling carts," he said."Really that's interesting are they push carts?" I asked."Exactly, we roll them around the festivals. One sells hot dogs, one sells ice cream. The compatibility in their conversation of each other’s work continued in their conversation on other topics. Thus conversation about each other’s families and background as well as discussion of sports, news, entertainment, philosophies of life provided enjoyable discourse. They each recognized that the other was an interesting personality fascinating beyond just the sexual attraction that was obviously there. As matter of course they flirted with each other. However their flirting was of an. "Sorry" she just nodded her head and then turned her attention back to his cock. She moved some to be on her knees more cause she was now done using her mouth. Jill then reached her hands down onto her shirt and lifted it up taking off her shirt showing off her big bare tits. She hardly wore a bra since her tits where so big there was no real point in wearing one. Once her tits out she get up more on her knees and wrapped her tits around his cock. Then squeezed them together and made them move. She laid there, exhausted from orgasm but at the same time, sexually frustrated because she needed that hard cock deep inside of her. She was tired from years of keeping her sexuality harnassed, being with a man who could not satisfy her. She knew she had a sexual appetite that was going to be hard to satisfy and that she must keep looking for that one man who could release that side of her self that she had kept hidden for so long.Later in the day, she met her friend for a drink at a.