I felt like taking charge.He got the message and sat back on the couch, ready to receive.Not so fast though. First I got up and stood in front of him ...nd treated him to a sexy striptease."No, no playing with yourself, just watch!" I commanded, as I got into my performance. "That cock belongs to me."He grinned ruefully and obeyed, sat there on the couch with his dick protruding loud and proud and watched me strip for him. I took my time because I was simply loving this. The hunger in his eyes as. And then the trucker, a masculine looking man of perhaps 40, began talking about sex, and as he talked he kept squeezing his groin and shooting looks at the me.Well, I mean, I was naive, but I sensed what was happening, and panic began to set in. I purposely looked the other way, attempting to avoid eye contact, but the trucker had a pair of beautiful, muscley, hairy LEGS! And - honestly? I found it almost impossible to tear my eyes away from them. The trucker noticed and smiled. Then he said,. She grabbed his cock and sucked him furiously, working her hand hard and insistently. She knew him now…knew how to take him there. She continued hard, harder. He felt it come from a mile away…building, more slowly than he could ever remember. It was like swimming up from the depth of the sea….seeing the sunlight above…desperate to reach it, but it was so far away….needed so much work to get there. He concentrated on the light. Isabella started to tire…“Pleeease get me there” he thought. He. I suppose I always knew that JJwould fall heavily into whatever belief system worked for him. As I said,he had a spiritual side and this dominated his thinking. My older son wasonly concerned with material things. Children can be so different fromone another.I suppose that when you picture a guru you imagine an old man with spindlylegs, perhaps a fat belly, but certainly long grey hair and a long greybeard. This man was quite unlike that. He was not young - maybe mid-50s,a little older.