" That last strip of bacon?" he said, smiling. "There on your plate? Were you gonna eat that?"It was decided that Carolyn would drive him to her house...and John's truck would be left where it was. After describing her car to him, she walked back to the hospital grounds alone to retrieve it, and then waited in the car outside the diner for John to join her."After you see my dad, I suggest you take a long nap in our guest room," she said. "I really think it would do you a world of good." I am. Breakfast, like dinner, is humungous. A steady flow of obvious construction people quickly pass through. After paying mom, thanking her for the hospitality I’m on the road. It is overcast and looks like it could rain. An hour away from the motel, rain it did; not just a pleasant rain, but it comes down in torrents. Twice I pull over to the shoulder and stop because my vision is down to zero. Two hours later, and further on down the road, the sun is beating down and there is no evidence this. "I got up on my elbows and accelerated the pace to marching speed. She matched me with heaves of her own and spasmed wetly well before I pumped out my jism in her. She sighed and collapsed, and I withdrew to lie quietly beside her, wanting more."Thank you. That was real good. I need to rest," she whispered in gulps, "been a long day. An' a long time since I done that."I kissed her ear and rolled out of her bed. I stood, a bit shaky, and a wildcat pounced on me, arms around my neck and legs. Her aunt was a dark haired lady about 40, same eyes as Sandra, but a much fuller chest than her niece, "Thank you for helping Sandra out Mr.?" And I stammered, seeing her full cleavage, "Potts, Richard Potts," I said and she stuck her hand out to meet mine, "Annie Fuller," she answered back. Her hand was like crushed velvet as I shook it and my mind wandered as I imagined feeling that same hand stroking my cock, "Would you like some breakfast?" she asked, "No, need to get to work," and she.