There was a younger couple, resplendent in leathers and piercings, having a heated discussion about local current affairs. A tall and not unattractive...blonde sat alone, sipping on a glass of wine and watching the rain paint impressions on the window. Altogether too many good stories to knit Olivia didn't know where to start."Ready, Miss Howard?" John asked, scooping up her bag."Please," she said, following the innkeeper up a narrow flight of stairs to an equally narrow hallway."The Lion's Mouth. "So?" she asked, looking at him."Do you want to order?" he asked her."No thank you. I'm good."Jason nodded his head."Jason? Like I told you, I would really like to see the inside of your truck."Jason took a deep breath and took one last drink of water. "I think I should show it to you then," he said, allowing himself to smile for the first time.As Jason guided her through the truck stop store she could not help but admire the man's body. He was tall and although not fat, was not slim either.. I then took off her belt and rolled down her skirt and black panties, revealing her warm and inviting vagina. After licking and fingering its increasingly moist interior for a while, I took off my pants and thrust into her with vigour kissing and copping feels of her breasts as I did so. I don’t know if she was a virgin but she felt tight. After months in prison, this felt really great. Very soon, her vagina was dripping with blood and my spent semen. I decided to dress her up in something. It had been more to satisfy her curiosity than to wake him up. But, the moment her fingers closed around it, he’d jumped up and ran to the bathroom. She wanted to see it. She had to, or Jesse would be right. ‘We’re not hopeless.’ She wanted to take the relationship somewhere. ‘Maybe this is the stupidest idea ever, but at least I’ll see if it’s more than curiosity.’ She looked around the lot. ‘Why am I still doing this? Mom said he’s in New York.’ She looked up toward the building. She wanted.