The privilege of meeting up with a truck driver is that we really did not have to discuss a meeting place aside from an exit number, which we decided ...ould be exit 93. This is the place where I say that I grew up around trucks and I have always had a fantasy of fucking in one. Whether he was aware of it or not he was going to make that fantasy come true. It turned out that would not be the only fantasy fulfilled that day. I dressed in a cute black dress and flats as I did not want to struggle. Jack followed suit unbuttoning Sarah's blouse, letting it slide off her shoulders and fall into a crumpled heap on the floor. Sarah had neglected to wear a bra, her nipples rapidly becoming erect in the air conditioned cabin.Sarah ran her hands from Jack's face down his neck, over his muscular, hairy chest, briefly caressing his nipples, down past his tight stomach muscles, to the button on his shorts. She flipped it open and pulling the zipper down slowly, let his shorts fall to the floor.. After taking two buses, she got off and walked across what used to be the front lawn of the Van Cortlandt mansion. Then she crossed a small Putnam Division railroad bridge and entered a wooded area west of the lake. A little distance in, there were thirteen stone pillars, or walls really, lined up end to end. The New York Central Railroad had put them up in 1905. Their purpose had been to test various kinds of stone for the new Grand Central Terminal and sixty-eight years later they were still. It took forever for Saturday to come and I was a nervous wreck having mixed doubts and feeling like a heel each time I caught Laura watching me with her teeth clenched together but I held my ground and Saturday morning Laura once again made her pitch and I felt sorry for her but was determined to see it through.Mom picked up Lisa our daughter for the day and she thought we were going to marine world and said you kids have fun as she left.Laura wouldn’t talk to me as we waited then the doorbell.