Eventually I broke the silence, ‘That was the most intense orgasm I think I have ever had!’ I said. ‘Once you had black babes, there’s no tur...in’ back’, she laughed. ‘If it’s like that every time, I think you will kill me!’ I laughed. We played and talked for a while, her pussy was lovely and she liked to talk about it, and her tits. I told her how exciting I found her unusually long nipples. ‘Breast feedin’ babes, just breast feedin’,’ she said. After a while she manoeuvered on top of me. "Paula," he called, unable to wait for Garza to finish his explanation. "Paula!"Her head snapped around, her eyes growing large as she stared at him. "Who are you?" she asked fearfully. "How did you know my name?"Elliott could see the partial recognition in her eyes, as if she realized she should know him but couldn't quite place him. He got to his feet, holding out his arms, limping toward her, fighting to see through the veil of tears forming over his eyes."It's your father," Garza said."No,". We found a small motel on the outskirts of town with a small diner across the highway. Sitting at the counter eating our meal, we struck up a conversation with another trucker.His name was Hal, and he was a broad shouldered guy with long, wavy strawberry blond hair tucked under his Peterbilt ball cap, red and black flannel shirt, and blue jeans that could barely contain a fine looking ass and prominent bulge in the crotch. He was about 40 years old, give or take. We sat at the counter, me,. Clark, because he was always in need of servants. Since Alice had been in and out of the prison so many times, a judge and the warden decided to give Alice one last chance. If she decided to work for Mr. Clark as a maid, and he kept her as a maid, she would not be sent back to prison. If Alice did not stayed employed by Mr. Clark, then she would spend the next twenty years in the workhouse. Alice was such a troublemaker for the prison, that they were willing to provide Alice with a maid’s.