His last post described me like “a slut looking blonde in her early forties; round boobs; nice bubble butt under her jeans…”I looked around and ...aw a huge black man sitting on the other corner. He had a laptop on the table and was writing as he was looking at me…He was a handsome piece of chocolate and he was the one needing a mouth…I decided to just go for it and hope he could notice. Then I got up and walked to the men’s room. I continued to the last stall in the row, but did nott see any. That's it another fucking disappointment on my park. At least he could have done was taken me in the sleeper cab and fucked me. I got out limp and frustrated and drove to the parking area. This was a truck stop I only was out a few times so I though I would make the best of it and hopefully meet some new truckers. Watching the trucks pull in and the guys going into the store I waited for a half hour till the rain let up a little. as the tucks filled the parking lot I opened the car door. Ten minutes later she reappeared looking very upset and annoyed.Donna went over to see if she was Ok, Sammy was telling her the her ex was a bastard and was only making things difficult with her, to make things difficult!! He wasn't interested in the c***d, just making her life hell. We suggested we grab a coffee and she could have a talk and get all her aggrevation out, she agreed.A half hour later, we'd finished our coffee and Sammy seemed to be feeling a lot better, Donna went to the toilet. ”“Please call me Brianna.”“I’m glad we’re all on a first name basis now, Brianna. We were just having a little snack while waiting for the train. Will you please join us?”“Oh no, I couldn’t. Thank you for offering.”“Go ahead and have some, Brianna,” said George. “You’ll be doing Bess a favor.”“I ... guess I am a little hungry,” said Brianna, “if I’m not imposing. Thank you very much.” From what Nancy could see their new acquaintance was very hungry. Brianna must not have eaten in days. She ate.