Main ye dekh kar apne ghar chali aayi aur main bhi garam ho gayi thi aur mujhe bhi kiss karne ka man kar raha tha aur uncle ki wo sex wali baaten yaad...aane lagi aur uncle ne mujhe whatsapp par bataya ki wo apni wife ko raat ko khub chode. Uncle ab jab bhi apni wife ke sath sex karte the mujhe batate the aur ek din wo mujhe bole ki wo mere sath sex karna chahte h aur wo bole ki main tumko bahut maja dunga aur tumhari jo bhi jarurat h wo kharid kar tumko dunga.Ek din uncle mere bedroom me aaye. Finally after lots of kissing I was surprised to hear him say to me, “Kneel down.” I looked at him unsure and whined, “Scccott.” To which he just put a finger over my lips to shush me and said it again, “Kneel down.” I looked at the floor in the shed and it was really dirty and gross with dirt and mud and oil stains, but then I felt his hands on my shoulders and slowly I let him push me onto my knees. No sooner then I had knelt down he took his cock from his pants. “Scott the floor is. That was before I realized why we were there. Another interesting fact I learned was that almost all of the big rigs have beds behind the seats for the trucker to sleep in when he's tired. It also works well as a place to fuck.After about 10 days of nonstop sex with an ever increasing number ofmen, the manager of the motel finally became suspicious enough to kickus out. He accused momma of being a prostitute and servicing clients in the room. He was half right. We gathered up our few belongings. He then went on to explain that the door at the end lead onto the toilet come wash house or scullery as it was called in then an then via a kitchen into the house proper.“Do they ever bother you,” I asked.“No…I’ve bumped into them a couple of times but they keep much to themselves; as you see I’ve got myself a little cooker unit just in case but what with being on the road most of the time it has little usage.As we talked my stiff cock was leaking at the thought of what was to come for I could.