It had been an unusually slow night. Normally, we had several trucks come and go during the night. They would drop an empty trailer in the lot and pic... up a trailer that had been loaded the previous day by the warehouse personnel. Or, they would simply stay in the lot to be loaded or unloaded the next day.Tonight however, I had no paperwork for any outbound loads, and none had been brought in. It was shaping up to be a very boring night.Then a bright red Peterbilt with a nationally known. She told me that yes, basically, he was a friend with benefits.I can’t explain it but the idea that she was casually fucking us both really aroused me. I told her that she really excited me and that our fuck a few days earlier was amazing. She agreed that it was great for her too. I told her that I wanted us to be completely open with each about our sexual desires and that I wanted to take her places she had never been. I told her that basically although I knew she wasn’t a slut, a slut was. Their eyes locked again as the girl was rubbing her tits through her bikini top Tiffany opened her legs a little farther. The dancer came closer to her and started to pry between Tiffany's legs as she did her skirt rode up her legs and the dancer asked, "No Panties?" Tiffany said, "No" the girl pushed closer till her leg was against Tiffany's pussy and she began rubbing her. She started to rub up against her leg slowly as the girl was pushing her tits closer to my wifes face. Then Tiffany's. Besides it was a really unusual book anyway even if itwasn't old. Opening the book, he notice that there was indeed writing hehad never seen before. It was a mishmash of symbols, glyphs, andgibberish.Hmmm, Michael Sanderson why did that name sound so familiar. Oh yeah,the rich televangelist they found dead and stark fucking naked at thebottom of his basement/sex dungeon all those years ago. The scandal wasbefore his time but even when he was a kid everyone still talked aboutit. Hell there was.