I didn't even know how I was going to get a drivers license and I knew I would have to, eventually. After Chicago I picked up some smaller routes that...seemed to stop at every little one-horse town in the mid-west. We were cruising through the middle of South Dakota when I found a newspaper somebody left. I was bored out of my skull so I began reading every line in the paper. When I hit the classifieds I found myself reading the same ad four times."Heavy farm equipment mechanic needed. Live in. It wasn’t long before my shorts and pants were round my ankles and Pete was fondling my tiny prick. I tried very hard to do as he instructed, but try as I might I couldn’t quite get it right and Pete had to get himself off. I was totally awe struck when he shot great spurts of thick white ‘stuff’ out of his cock and in seconds I had that lovely feeling of cumming but only a dry one. It would be several years before I was able to ‘fetch’ spunk. In subsequent visits to the train shed I learned. The harder I pounded her pussy, the more vocal she became. Soon she was screaming that she was coming again. “Yes Steve, fuck me harder… I’m coming again. Harder, yes, ahhhh…”I slammed deep and hard and kept fucking through her orgasm as I tried to achieve my second release. Finally, feeling my climax approaching, I grabbed her shoulders and drove fiercely into her one last time. Jess cried out as I spurted and pumped, splashing her insides with hot cum.“Yes, yes, oh yes,” I sighed.We collapsed. "Now, now, don't get your pretty lil' knickers in a twist, Candi," soothedRachel. "I'm sure you'll se things my way once I've told you a bit aboutyour new life- better yet, let's have Sophia do it!"John was aghast, and turned to the salon entrance just in time to seeSophia walk through the door."Well, well. You turned out very nicely. Very nicely indeed, Candi," saidSophia as she walked in measured paces towards the now shorter John."Like, Sophia, sweetie?!" exclaimed John in his breathy.