“i will go anywhere you want to, dear,” she said.“thank you, mother, we will go the hill station nearby,” i said.“is this going to be our ho...eymoon?” mother teased.“mother, you are embarrassing me,” i said, my head lowered.“my darling son is embarrassed to go with his wife?” she queried lifting my head.“oh no mom, not like that,” i said.“hmm, ok we will go wherever you want, i don’t know whether you are taking your wife or mother,” she said and starting packing both our bags.mom had always been. While he was laying there, I noticed that there were about five other truckers standing around our car, with their phones out, and taking pictures and videos of my wife being fucked by a random trucker at the rest stop. Then the trucker who fucked her got his phone out, and took a bunch of pictures of my wife with her legs spread, and his cum flowing out of her pussy. The trucker thanked her, and got out and started putting his pants on, and another trucker climbed into the car, with his camera. The erotic act made his body shudder as a spurt of uncontrolled ejaculate splashed onto Rachel’s stomach. As Hank removed his finger from her lips, Rachel’s eyes opened, staring in confused fascination, as she watched her father scooping more liquid off her stomach with his finger and bringing it to her lips again. She watched him moving his finger towards her mouth. His eyes were fixed intensely at hers and she inexplicably understood what he wanted her to do. Opening her mouth slightly,. I could have stopped it anytime. A kiss doesn't really mean anything. It isn't a promise, except when it is. His lips felt very promising. His hands pulled me closer to him, and I could feel the strength of his maleness calling out to me. Okay, I'm a slut. I'll admit it. He was doing exactly what I'd hoped he'd do. He kissed me with such passion that there was no doubt that he wanted me, and I kissed him back. It was a promising kiss, full of intention and need. Then I was against the glass of.