Looking over at the couch, he saw that his mother was still sleeping. Standing with his back to the fire, he stood warming himself as he watched his m...ther sleep. She was lying on her back and the swell of her big, round breasts jutted up beautifully under the thin sheet. As he watched the slow rise and fall of her breasts, the image of her sucking on his cock came floating back into his mind. This was at least the hundredth time he had replayed the scene in his mind. In fact, he had walked. There were about 12 big rigs parked there and one, a beautiful, red, Kenworth. As we passed, I caught the driver's eye and gave him an 'OK' thumbs-up on his rig. He waved.Honey was in a white button down shirt and black skirt. She is lovely, half black, half white with short raven hair and flashing, electric black eyes, a beautiful smile and adventurous spirit. We have flashed truckers many times on the highway and toured a couple of sleepers at rest stops.On the way back from the store, the. “Hi!” she gushed.“Hi!” I replied. “I owe you an apology.”“Nah, not really. You didn’t go back on a promise or anything. And I am going to get what I want!”“And what’s that?”Cheryl laughed softly, “Well, unless health class was completely wrong and Smart Teens; Smart Choices was fiction, you’re going to put your penis into my vagina, move it in and out until you ejaculate, and in the process, hopefully, give me multiple orgasms.”I chuckled, “That is the general idea. Do you have your admission. ’ Her voice had an accent many of my past lives did, one that called up a green island that for all I knew in this lifetime had sunk into the ocean. Dumbly I stared at her even as my saddlebags shimmered into existence on top of the bar. Stupidly I watched as her sword disappeared and she leaned over the bar and grabbed the little lockbox of gold. ‘Come on,’ she repeated, and began walking calmly to the door amidst the running flow of panic. I climbed over the bar slowly, wincing. My arm was.