Again, I've got to learn to stop thinking.We were almost home, on a stretch of road that wasn't very busy any time, when in the middle of Megan's run-...n monologue about her desire to have at least ten of my kids, my truck sputtered and died.Wondering what else could possibly go wrong in my life, I pulled the flashlight out from under the seat and went to check things out under the hood. When I found nothing wrong, I climbed back in the truck and happened to glance at the gas gage. No gas.I. The backrest of the seat in front of me supported her. So after a while, she rested her ass (sorry pervert word so early) on that.After a while, she was almost ‘sitting’ on that backrest. I mean, she had moved in front of that and bending a little back like sitting on it. My male instinct, as usual, sprang up. I began holding the seat bar unnecessarily so that I can feel her heavenly ass. She didn’t mind a bit, and I continued further.I began feeling her ass from the back of my palm, now almost. I like the sliding feeling as you move it, I said. I want to see if I can get it to spurt, he said, speeding up his movement. Oh that’s nice I said, enjoying being fucked for the first but certainly not last time. Now he started to really fuck me harder. Oh yeah, I said, lost in the feel of this cock sliding in and out of me. He started saying Oh yes, oh yes, then, It’s coming ......, and he shoved it right in, then out, then right in again.I could feel his teenage cock throb in me and I felt. " Why not?" asked the stranger suddenly sitting beside him in the cargoing down the highway.Flashing lights behind him got his attention, and he pulled over. "Theycan't see me," warned the stranger."James Short?" asked the cop shining the light around inside his car."Yes Sir." I just wanted to be sure you were ok after your fight, don't worry youaren't in trouble." Said the officer. But we do need to talk with youabout something else if you'd follow us to the station." Don't worry, I think.