Then his eyes caught sight of something. Her wrist was bruised. Badly. He could see the outline of fingers. He called out her name in a tight whisper....‘Joanna?’ She stirred but didn’t wake up. ‘Jo?’ he said a bit louder. Her eyes fluttered open. For a minute she was unsure where she was. ‘How long was I asleep?’ she muttered. Then looking up into Paul’s face she said more clearly, ‘Oh Hi Honey, you’re home. What time is it? Do you need lunch?’ ‘What happened to your wrist?’ he asked. He watched. Then she plunged full ahead, without warning, sliding my dick in her mouth. She bobbed up and down, getting her lips a fraction further down my shaft with each bob. I could feel her lips and her tongue working over my cock. I didn't know what else to do, so I massaged her neck as she blew me.I couldn't even watch, I just laid back and put my head against the headrest. I just kept saying "Holy shit, baby, holy shit," over and over again. My dick got wet with her saliva.I slid my hand from. She was quite cute with her button nose and a few freckles, wearing a typical white blouse and long yellow skirt, her long frizzy blonde hair in a pony tail, she was engrossed in her phone as she waited. "Show me your tits" The girl looked briefly up at John then looked down to her blouse which she started to unbutton. Once all the way open she quickly pushed her smallish tits up and out of the cups of her bra. She held the pose for a bit while John studied them."let me look up your skirt". There was just one line of new wheel marks, and as the track came to an end at the hills I was heading for, the vehicle must have been going in the same direction as I, and had not yet returned. I cursed whoever it was ahead of me. I had come for solitude not company and it looked as if I was to have the doubtful pleasure of someone, probably a geologist, to engage me in geological talk. In the hope that I would pass them on their way out I continued my journey, the wagon leaping a bucking over.