Evidently I had called first, because the rescue truck stopped in front of me before any of the other stranded folks. He lowered a cable down to my ve...icle and slowly winched me up onto the shoulder. Once my vehicle was on the road, he proceeded to hook me up for the tow."Where should I take you?" He asked.He appeared to be about my age. He wore a stocking cap that covered a head of unruly hair. His moustache drooped down the sides of his mouth. His face contained several dark smudges, probably. I try to read a bit while I wait for my hair to dry, but I can't focus. I can feel my pussy getting wet, wanting. I squirm a bit - I don't want to pleasure myself right now; I want to be bursting when I see him. I want to be ready. I look through my drawers and find the perfect outfit. A lacy little pink thong that leaves nothing to the imagination, and a short grey skirt that screams schoolgirl. By the time I get my bra and blouse on, my nipples are tingling and my underwear is quickly getting. It reminds me of myself. It has been beaten and battered, but it is still as good as ever deep inside.”“I know I love my new son now,” Ray told him and reached out to him.They embraced as father and son and Laura Belle gathered up Jake’s remaining food then ran from the room.In three days time, they had made the trip to Charlotte, North Carolina where they boarded a train that pulled only a car loaded with firewood, a Sleeper, a lounge car and a caboose. They boarded just at dusk and the train. His eyes were focused on those firm globes, still revealed by her bunched up blouse and bra resting atop them. He jerked his eyes away and said, “Just cover them up. I can’t believe this.” “Do you really want me to do that?” Kitty pulled her blouse over her head and unhooked her bra. Once the garments both fluttered to the floor, she walked toward him. “Kitty, stop it. Let’s just forget this ever happened, and not let it happen again,” he responded, though his eyes twitched back toward her once.