Then I saw one of the rigs quickly flash his lights. I walked to where it was parked. The trucker was sitting with the window rolled down, smoking a c...garette. I smiled at him and he smiled back. "Lookin' for company, sweetie?" I asked him.He looked at me. "How much?" he askedI smiled and ran my tongue over my lips. "It depends on what you want," I answered."Ok," he said. "How much for a blowjob?" Forty," I said, adding, "a hundred for everything, but no more than a half hour." Get in," he. He sighed her name under his breath and wished he couldwork out what was going on inside her head. ‘Ivy, talk to me please, what’s happened?’ Finally she broke her silence ‘It’s not you.’ ‘Then what?’ he asked. She didn’t answer for a long time. He watched as her brow knitted together in a frown and he tried to tamp down this stubborn feeling of hope that kept creeping back, tried to brace himself for the ‘it’s not you it’s me’ speech. When her reply finally came it was unexpected. ‘It was. This was about her, not me. I had her raise her ass up and I slide the pillow under her stomach. Now her ass was up in the air a bit. It was a beautiful sight to see. I straddled her again and started working on rubbing her ass, but this time I lightly slid my finger down her pussy finding her clit through her panties and gave it a good rub. She pushed back hard this time, and nice loud moan came out of her. Finally, I slid her panties down, and holy hell was she wet!!!! Her lips were almost. I am a regular reader of ISS since many long years and enjoyed many of the stories shared here.Few of them that felt to be true experiences that were shared and few imagined.My sexual urges were on since very young age where with few friends in school we used to masturbate as well as buy those magazines to see the porn images of girls, lesbians, couples and used to shag seeing them.This is the incident happened with one of my friends in my college days.I am 6’1” a little on heavy side but with.