So I was annoyed when it seemed to stopresponding to the gesture. Moving back to the phone to check it I bent atthe waist flaunting my ass like a chea... slut I mused as I did so. It wasthen I heard the crunch of gravel behind me, shocked I froze, paralyzed,realizing as I did that I was indeed flaunting my bum to whoever wasbehind me. I heard a gasp from the person behind me so I stood and twirledaround. There standing open mouthed was the truck driver a tyre lever inhis. "Can you tell me exactly what you and your sister did last night?" We went to the Olive Garden and got the large salad and had one glass of wine. That was around eight o'clock, give or take a few minutes. Then I drove us to the playhouse where we stayed until close to twelve thirty." So you drove Miss White?" asked the officer."Yes, Sheila showed up in Randy's truck. She said her car wouldn't start. She parked the truck at the house and we used my car. When we got home shortly before one she. Oh. Oh. Oh. God Connie that's so good. We kept the crazy rhythm, fucking for what seemed like hours. Hours of heaven. My thighs squeezing together around his hips, I narrowed the space inside of me, giving him more friction, filling me up more."At last he caught hold of his orgasm. First bouncing me high, nearly off his dagger, then it pierced back deep inside. There it sprayed out his thick white nectar. He yelled out his pleasure, pressing hard into me, pushing his pubic bone against my clit,. " No really, I want to repay you." Then have a cup of coffee with me. There's a cafe just across the street." Oh... I'm not sure..." Please. Sharing a cup of coffee with a lovely lady would be all the repayment I could want."His smile was disarming and yet held a sparkle of... what, she thought, flirtatiousness? Jeanne Conn was not an unhappy woman. She had acquired those things which are supposed to make a woman happy: husband, son, house, late model car. Yet inwardly she knew something was.