And the heroine of the story is Amy. She is 25 and she was married but recently got divorced.She was just my friend and I treated her with all respect...till everything went in an unexpected way. I never had any intentions of her leaving that I used to stare at her big boobs and ass sometimes.It all happened like this. After a long gap, I meet her one day.As she was close to me she used to share her everything with me. She told me about divorcing her husband and I asked for the reason.At the. Margarita was offered, but would not accept, payment for her childcare and housekeeping services.One week in late June, Earl and I teamed up to run a load from Amarillo to Milwaukee, leaving the Turner Family and Margarita back in Albuquerque to fend for themselves. We had some dead time on the wrong end of that run before we could secure a load for the return trip west. We were away from home for six days, and the evening I returned home, Margarita greeted me with undisguised enthusiasm.She. ” She didn’t say “tuna salad,” however. The sound of the impacts on her was rather loud. She bounced around, moaned, and complained, but she took it.She said to me, “I think you’re actually enjoying this.”“Of course, you knew I would.”At some point she got up on her toes; she had also raised her body so that she was almost upright. Her moans had turned into yowls. I decided that it was enough. I gave her some moments to recuperate; we were both breathing heavily. She grabbed her ass and rubbed. "If you can walk me to the toilet, I can take care ofthe rest myself."Megan led me into the bathroom, I braced myself against the tankand started to drain my full bladder as she left. When thesplashing finished, she offered to take me downstairs and give mesome breakfast. First I asked her go to my bedroom and find someshorts for me to wear. She came back in a minute with a cleanpair of underwear from my suitcase.We hobbled downstairs together, and I sat on a stool at the barwhile she poured.