I'd met Sarah some months previously in an online chatroom. We'd hit it off very well and become cyber lovers. I know, many of you think that's stupid... icky, gross. I have found it to be stimulating. It titillates my biggest sex organ, the soft round one which is located between my earsWe'd explored many scenarios and she'd learned what floated my boat. I also had learned hers, knew it was a fantasy about having sex in public, preferably on the back row in a movie theater. Specifically one. She had a white, cotton, button-up shirt on with the tails of the shirt tied in a knot exposing her belly button, and the shirt also only had about three buttons fastened so her cleavage was showing. My favorite thing about her outfit was her khaki skirt. It was very tight and barely long enough to cover the bottom of her ass. Her long,beautiful, silky legs were bare except for a pair of red heels which matched her lipstick. Her legs are so beautiful that they don't ever need stockings. I. I had just made my delivery for the week and my dispatch said I didnt have another load till monday so I could head to my pickup but couldnt get till monday so I had a long weekend. I usually post on craigslist to the city that I will be stopping at each night looking for some fun and tonight was no different. I started to my pickup because there was a big truckstop along the way with 100 parking spots for trucks and there was a strip club and adult theater right across from the truck stop so. Don't bother phoning, darling! Just come along unannounced whenever you feel like it and stay as long as you like! Bye!"So Dolores came along three days later, still full of snuffles and wheezes and plainly not up to violent exercise yet awhile. She stayed behind in the early morning sleeping while Frieda, accustomed by this time to her minimal attire, trained for the Marathon which she had determined to enter in a couple of months. By the time Frieda had returned, Dolores would have fed Max,.