When he came back she tried to apologize and convince him he should go. But it was too late. He had weighed all her points and said he would not forgi...e himself if he paid for it, and risked disease or worse. He said, all he really even wanted was a damn handjob to be honest. My wife kind of squirmed at his frankness. But he explained he was just so in need of some relief, that he was willing to fly across the country just to have some hot woman touch his pecker. Then he looked at me and said. "I've been doing it for years," I said. "In fact, I just hitch-hiked out here from Florida giving truckers blow jobs to earn money, on my way." "So, you're adventurous," he said. "You'll be perfect for the job then. We get a good happy hour crowd and we like our lingerie girl here to flirt with the men and keep them around drinking." "I'll do what I can," I said. "Well, if you can give really sexy blow jobs, it helps, too," said Doug. He went back to prepping the bar for his shift and I drank. Kristin always slept completely naked, holding out hope that her son would lose all regard for societal norms and fuck her in the middle of the night. That hope she was holding out became a very realistic possibility after what transpired earlier that day.The oversexed mom considered taping her hands together, in an attempt to prevent herself from touching her uncontrollable cunt. She needed her son's strapping dick to fill her up and she needed it yesterday. Kristin wondered during this moment. I actually had to look back and forth between the two as I had never seen them like this before.Lillian looked at me with a forlorn look and said, “She says that you are not supposed to be here. She is protecting me from any more harm at the hands of others.”I turned and asked, “What do you mean, she is protecting you, Lillian? At the hands of what others?”She looked at me as if I were the village idiot and let out an exasperated sigh as she slowly shook her head.“She was allowed more of a.