Then he saw it: a red sports car stopped just off the road, on the shoulder, with the emergency blinkers flashing and the hood open. It looked like a ...aguar convertible. Should I stop? Good question. If I was stranded out here at three in the morning I’d appreciate some help, but I’m alone. On the other hand, it doesn’t seem likely that somebody’s going to set a trap at this time of night, when there’s not much traffic, and it’s as apt to yield a highway patrol trooper as an unsuspecting. There he was, naked, sudding himself down. His hard toned body as she had imagined. Clara watched him run his hands over his body, with this she found herself instinctively trace a hand down her stomach and inside the band of her panties to feel her wetness. She watched him intently, slowly rubbing at herself. He turned then to face her, his cock swinging as he did so. He ran his hands over his face and looked up. “Fuck! You shouldn’t be in here!”.Clara looked him up and down “Oh sorry I must. This is “Bigun”. He is huge built bigger than a refrigerator, over 400 pounds, 6’5”. I had never seen anyone this big. He wasn’t fat either – just large with tree-trunk legs and arms, huge chest, no neck.I know that I must have looked stupid with my mouth wide open staring at this guy. Calvin’s voice was just like Bill Cosby’s c***d hood friend Fat Albert. “Hey, hey, hey.” I am not k**ding – he talked slow and he had the deepest voice that I ever heard. Anyway, Calvin led me to the room where I. "How does this one look Tony, do you think I should wear these shoes with it, is the hem too low?..."and so on."Jess you would look lovely in a spud bag, everything you have shown me looks great on you, keep in mind that the barby's being held outside so wear shoes that won't mind a bit of dirt on them." Hrmmp, you men have no sense of fashion, I'll just have to work it out for myself." She disappeared into her room, a short while later I heard."How does this one look Tony?" Sometimes you just.