We had been following a truck for a long time and I could feel Jean getting wetter and wetter. Then without warning she had a very violent orgasm and ...quirted over my hand and the seat. She said at the time she had never had an orgasm like it and never had one like it since. At the next services I parked away from other vehicles so Jean could get out of the car and dry herself. I bought a newspaper to put on the seat so she could sit on it for the rest of the journey and absorb some of the. She knew that there was just something about him. He was her ideal man in more ways than one. Standing almost 6' tall, blonde hair, gorgeous eyes, and the 'look' she loved seeing in men. He had spent his entire adult life in the military and that was a huge turn-on for her. What it was about military men, she wasn't sure. She just knew that they made her knees go weak and were a huge turn-on for her. Was it the uniform? She didn't know. He didn't touch her much at first, unsure of how to. .."She huddled against me, soaking in my words of comfort, but not convinced."My father is a very rich and powerful man. My uncle wanted him dead and thought he could hurt me to draw my father into the light, so he could be killed. Mr. Fleming, you will never get near enough to my uncle to even think of hurting him, because my father will cut off his ears, then his gouge out his eyes, before feeding my uncle his testicles."It will not be pretty, and you have no idea how he will hurt the people. I see him here all the time ... how come I never noticed he's such a hottie? I wonder what kind of lover he is? I'll bet he's G-R-8!!"Gregg opened his eyes and looked around to see who would be saying something like that out loud. The only female patron in the place was sitting at the computer diagonal from him. She looked maybe fifteen or sixteen, much too young to be having such thoughts. 'Probably some diplomat's kid, ' Gregg thought. But, the voice couldn't be hers because she was intently.