Chapter 7: Temporary RefugeBobby pulled into pumps of the truckstop. Mrs. Jenkins note had toldhim to go to the Filler exit and ask for a man named Bo...by Filler. Hewould help him if he explained he was sent by the Jenkins. He was totell him everything.A pretty young woman approached the pickup. Her nametag said 'Joelle'."Can I help you, honey? Do you need some gas?" Joelle asked, sweetly."Is there a Bobby Filler here? I need to see him." Bobby said, the painshowing in his voice."Are you. ”“Oh, yes,” he groaned. “I’ll pound you. I’ll make you cum, Mom.”“Such a good son! Mommy loves you!”My bowels squeezed down around his dick plunging into me. I shuddered, both his hands now squeezing my tits. His cock hammered me. His crotch smacked into my rump. He buried into me. He fucked me hard and fast.It was incredible. That velvety heat melted down to my pussy. My cunt drank it in as my son hammered me with his youthful passion. He cupped my tits. He squeezed my breasts. His fingers dug. As I moved to the side, put my hands around her and unclasped her 32c bra. She was now all mine to cherish for the night. There would be no material or cloth to come in between both of us and our passion, As I slowly took one nipple in my mouth. Her nipples were already hard. She moaned as I slid n circled my tongue around her areola. With the slightest of pressure she pushed my face further into her breasts. I started to tug on her panties. She obliged n moved giving me enough leeway to pull. Her powerful, yet graceful body floated above the opposition delivering devastating spikes and thrilling blocks at the net. With their star leading the way they pounded their way through the second game and to match point in the third, losing only four points along the way.Lynn rocked slowly on the service line, hoping to serve the championship winning point. Her serve was well placed as the return floated weakly toward the net. Leaping high one last time, Tonisha slammed the ball furociously.