“Sure. Where you from? You know all ‘bout me but I don’t know nothin’ ‘bout you. You got a wife? Kids? A dog? Anything?” She asked, claspi...g her hands in her lap. Her hair was starting to dry now, little ringlets springing back to life from the thick curtain of wetness that it’d once been. “No ma’am. I ain’t got nothin’ but this truck. I do long hauls too much to justify having a house anywhere and I got that sleeper cab back there with everythin’ I need. I like dogs but ain’t got one. I like. Just saying, "Next right, gov'nor," or he would spit out, "roundabout coming up, take the third exit."We approached the monastery remains on a slant. This was a massive pile of stone three or more stories high. The stones themselves were small and had been fitted closely together. From the distance it looked to be a pair of square stone towers with an arch linking the two. The doors and windows were missing. Weather had worn away much of the mortar between the stones if any had been used at. He beligerently kept refusing to leave because Sandra had fallen asleep with the k**s in the guest house and he wasn't leaving her. He went inside to wake her up and started to drag her by her arm toward his Ford F-150 as she was refusing.He got violent when she didn't want to get in the truck and backslapped her hard in the face, leaving her with a bloody lip, with all this in front of their k**s, my aunt and uncle managed to sperate them and she confessed to hating him for beating on her. Her heels drifted together. The motion tilted her pelvis upward and the flatness of her crotch was totally exposed, freeing her delicate flesh to his touch. A swish and quickly there were drops of moisture falling on her labial folds.Her breathing deepened. 'Contact!'Warming, soothing liquid flowed over her sensitive skin. She spread her knees further apart, lifted them upward, giving to him ultimate access to her sex. The cloth slipped between her outer lips and nudged against her inner ones..