It was a great day to be patrolling the highway and he decided that after he relieved himself he would check tags and peruse the parking lot before dr...ving along the stretch of highway again. He stepped from the vehicle, with his sunglasses on, and headed toward the bathroom.A woman was approaching him, swinging her hips seductively in a short blue skirt that caught his attention. Her hair was light, blonde perhaps, with a hint of red, he couldn't tell. It was pulled up in a little girl's. “Show you?” he seemed confused. “Yes, show me your… cock,” I said and felt a little disgusting and turned on at the same time. Brad kept looking at me for a minute then he got up and pulled down his shorts revealing his cock. He was really turned on. His cock was hard like an iron rod. “Come closer,” I said. Brad came closer to me and I touched his cock. I grabbed his cock and squeezed it slowly. Looking straight in his eyes I stroked Brad’s cock for a while and I was surprised to see how much. ”“She was stabbed, many times, as was her daughter.”“Stabbed? It m-m-must have been Angela. She ... she’s a ... psychopath.”Nodding, Antoinette sat down at her desk, but did not turn off the camera feed. She stared at the screen, sighing, and combing her hair over her shoulder; it did not help. No matter how she tossed the thoughts in her mind, rearranged and molded them, she could not help but stare at this image in front of her.“I have no memory of my family,” Antoinette said. “I am .... This is like a dream come true.” I said between licks and gulps of the vaginal fluids I was swallowing. I looked up to see her looking back at me with a contrite satisfied smile and she said “one of the pleasures I indulge in several times a day is a hot douche with a bit of scented oil. Keeps me edible and titillates my insides so I’m always on the edge of an orgasm.”She squirmed and pressed her vagina into my face as she began to breath faster with low gasps at each wave of pleasure. I got.