The subject matter disconcerted me in my present circumstances, but there was nothing else to do but hand it to him. The tips of his fingers brushed ...ine as he took the tablet. I’d been writing long-hand in an effort to find a new atmosphere, new inspiration at a place I rarely frequented. He leaned back in his chair to read, crossing one ankle over his knee. I couldn’t watch. It was far too uncomfortable, so I glanced around the room at the other patrons of the small bar. It was located down. Outside, the storm lessened, thankfully. At least I wouldn’t have to pull over and figure out what to do. Usually, I’d just put the seat back and crash for the night. Usually, though, I was alone.“Almost there.”“Kind of out in the middle of nowhere.”“Yep,” I agreed. It was, but I liked it like that – once I’d gotten used to it, at least.“You sure you’re not a serial killer?” she asked, a nervous smile playing on her lips.“Cross my heart.”I turned up the service road, putting the truck into. She reached down inside my underwear for my half-grown cock when I helped her pull away my jeans and underwear. For a moment, she studied the throbbing cock in her hand, she wanted it. She lay down across my stomach and inserted tip into her mouth, it was so wet and so warm. It felt so good I never wanted the feeling to stop. She was a masterful cock sucker with such tender strokes very caring in nature. She slowly such and licked my cock until I was near orgasm. At the tipping point she. Yeah, FUCK! Charles and I both know what’s going on in the next room. Even though, he should have never mentioned it. I’ll fix it.“I hope I didn’t harsh your buzz,” Pru said, putting Charles’s hand back on her leg, but half-way from knee to waist.Silence. Then Charles started to whistle.Pru took the roach and popped it into her mouth. She said, “Can you multi-task?”“Sure,” her potential lover replied.She lowered her voice and tried to sound sexy, but not sluttish. “Then keep whistling that.