There was a rest area coming up and I signaled and flashed my lights to let them know I was pulling in. We stopped and they parked across from me. I w...lked toward their car and they got out and started speaking French and I couldn't understand a word and I told them I didn't parleveau (sp.) French. I took it they didn't understand English either but I motioned to my truck thinking they might want to see the inside. I deliver parts to Freightliner dealers and my truck is a pretty much show truck. How different from the squalid little flat she currently shared. Everything there was covered in filth. The cooker was so dirty she daren’t use it.Plonking herself down on the bed, Ruth tested its firmness. Her cleavage wobbled as she bounced up and down.The man’s gaze followed her movements. “It’s got drawers underneath,” he said, clearing his throat, “for storage.”“So it’s built in?”“Yes.” He eyed her suspiciously. “You seem disappointed.”“No. Storage is good.”“Hmm. Don’t forget to look at. You know make her slip out and slide as much in her ass as I can while she comes down on me, but she was too tight and it just sort of pushed her over. So I keep fucking her, and I want some anal action damn it, so I slide a finger into her ass while she is riding, that little girl couldn’t take it, she gasped in pain at one fucking finger, but I didn’t take it out. I started finger banging her and I could tell she was about to cum, just then my cock slid out of her by accident, ruined her. I told her that I had always found her attractive and confessed that I had a massive tights fetish, often “borrowing” some of hers from the dirty laundry basket.She took her hand away and looked shocked, I quickly wished that I hadn’t said anything but she seemed to get over the initial shock quite quickly and changed to being intrigued. She asked me lots of questions about my tights fetish; what I had done with her tights, did I enjoy wearing, did I like other men in tights etc. I answered all.