. come closer. You are not disturbing us in the least.”“But ... you’re ... your...”“Our outfits? We are labouring in the garden of the Lord ...n the outfits he granted us.” He started to laugh. “Besides which, these outfits are way easier to clean than anything else we might wear.” The old man handed his shovel to his wife, wiped his hands on his buttocks and came closer, his hand stretched out to greet his visitor.“Good afternoon. My name is James Athelstone, I’m the pastor here and this is my. He did like it. He stepped forward, feasting on her creamy tits again as Pam shuddered in bliss.Pam's young, impressionable mind was racing along erotic paths. If Gypsy could lick her tits, why not the rest of her body? The idea made her cream."I got more," she giggled hotly. "Ewwwww, lots more."She stepped back, almost falling into a pile of hay. Quick nervous fingers pulled at her jeans. In a flash, she had them off. Wearing only her pink cotton panties, her head in the clouds, Pam played out. He handed me the remote. I shut down the system. So we played Monopoly. But, the images we'd seen on the screen kept popping into the conversation. Shane teased Kylie. "I'll bet you could do as well as that babe did, Kylie." "Oh, sure," she said. "Nothing to it. Quick lick and a strategic suck." "Yeah," Shane agreed, "but, do you swallow?" "Shane!" This time Jeanine's admonition was severe. "Bet you'd like to find out," Kylie snapped at him. Shane grinned at me. "I would. But, I could just ask. John travelled all over the country delivering and collecting goods and spent his nights either at truck stops or parked on industrial estates wherever was safest at that time.This tale takes place in the middle of winter. It was a Thursday night and John was due home the following evening. John had stopped off at a truck stop on a busy trunk road hundreds of miles from home to take a shower before calling it a day. As John’s trailer was empty he decided against staying on the truck stop as.