Or in this case a 'pickle park', a cruising area for local and tranient gay and bi-men looking for a quick NSA hook-up. Hell, so was I. I was all nice...and clean from the shower I'd had an hour ago at a fuel stop, and I was ready for almost anything now. I waited for a bit and sure enough, a girl walked up beside my truck from out of the shadows, and asked me for a light for her cig. Her voice gave him/her away, and we chatted for a little while. Shortly, we were in the sleeper of my Pete,. She gulps for fresh air, still looking up to me with her hot dark eyes, while she waits for more orders.She gets my gesture, turns around, bends over and lifts her skirt so I can finally see her boyish bums.She gasps in amazement, as I immediately penetrate her full length with my mighty wooden manhood.I am not amazed she is that wet from erotic expectation, while waiting scantily dressed for my arrival.I take my time slowly enjoying the situation, while I ponder over the things I want from her. She was far from done with him.As his still flexible organ began to stiffen she squeezed it between her breasts again, crossing her arms over her chest and doing her best to slide it up and down, grinding it against her flat belly as she licked and kissed the tip. Her pale skin was slick with all manner of unspeakable fluids, she would need a damn power wash to get all of this off her, but she could worry about that tomorrow morning. For now there was something liberating about it, something. She didn’t say anything. I hugged her slowly from behind pressing my dick on her ass and bringing my hands from back to her stomach through her underarms. I kept ‘my face on her shoulder. She said entra bujji, em kavali? (What bujji, what do you want?) I didn’t say anything and was enjoying pressing her body. I went to her ears and said aunty I would like to do oral sex please say yes auntyShe was smiling and said nenu eppudu ra bujji vaddhu annanu (when did I say no bujji?) She again said.