If your wife won't fuck you, make it your mission to fuck at every truck stop from here on out. Don't limit your sexual pleasure to the whims of a wom...n that no longer wants your cock. Promise me that."He nodded and said, "I won't forget. I promise I'll fuck at every truck stop from now on. Tonight reminded me of how good sex feels. You're really not worried about the risks? What if you pick a trucker that's into human trafficking? Moves you into Canada, Asia, or the middle east? Or you catch. Eddie, one of our friends, has always wanted Heather. I fell that there has always been an unspoken attraction between them. We have been working on heating up our sex lives and as a result, kinky fantasies have crept their way into our lovemaking. We fantasize about her being taken by another man as I watch helplessly. It is just a fantasy, thats all. I would never really want that to happen. I am her husband. For the last three years running, my buds have come over and watched the game at my. Her Brazil-nut-red muff was the same shade as her head hair. Her cunt was delicious also, and pretty juicy by the time my tongue intruded. I worked two fingers in and out, my right thumb brushing her clit when I was not sucking that luscious nub, my lips moving from kissing her inner thighs to engulfing her vulva. My left hand was under her butt, raising her pussy for better access, until she reached down and intertwined her fingers with mine. LaVerne’s left hand was firmly on my head with her. Sylvia and Walter. The beans were no better than Helen's, but they were certainly different and every bit as good in their own way.I rode the bike several blocks to Jennifer's office. I knew Sylvia was already in the office, because I saw her scooter in the parking lot. I parked my bike beside her scooter.I finally got to meet Jennifer's cold hearted receptionist. She turned out to be a fifty pound over weight brunette with blond hair thanks to a home dye job. She was not a happy looking lady.