" If you find a truck stop, we can get break fast with the gas," I said."Well there should be one coming up soon. I saw the sign is why I mention it,"...he said.Good for him, I thought, He seemed to appreciate an efficient schedule. At a truck stop I had learned the best thing was bacon crispy and eggs scrambled, with toast. My little road trip with Jerry had taught me that the cooks in the kitchen almost always got those two things right. The eggs might be more done one place than another, but. Closing in on me, kissing me soft at first then deepen it. His hands roam over my body, across my breast, down my stomach, cupping my sex. I moan and throw my head back. He takes off my clothes, then his. And as expected, he lowers his mouth on my sex, pulling on my clit and blowing chilling air into my cooch. I throw my head back and allow the pleasure to wash over me.Then he did something not so routined, he locked his arms around my thighs and looked up on me. Briefly I saw a dark flash in. Ensuring my hands were warm so as not to make my mistress displeased I immediately began to massage her toes, they felt so wonderful, soft and supple, my attention and gaze were once more was fixated by Mistress’s delectable feet. Only for my full concentration of breathing my every warm breath on to her supple soles, I would thought about worshiping those perfect feet in my hands, puckering my lips and giving those toes soft kisses in homage, or extending my wanton tongue for a lustful lick. " She sounds a little out of breath as she keeps rocking. "Mmmugh, oooh, ooooooh," as I feel her stiffen and moan and about that time, my cock floods out and I am engulfed in a thrilling orgasm that takes over my entire body. She slows down her rocking as I melt into bliss."Happy, sir?" "Oh, yes, miss, divinely, thanks." She leans forward and pulls the cum-filled condom off and licks out its contents. "We want to keep you 'cumming', sir. May I get you anything else?" "Oh Lori, I think I've had.