Blake, check your phone, you should have a message waiting.”Blake was startled, but he pulled out his phone, and when he opened it, I got to hear Le...’s fraud for the third time today. Blake let it play in its entirety.“Mr. Moore, no more first names. You don’t deserve it. Your father and I are old war buddies, and I took you on only as a favor to him. I do owe him my life after all. So I shall do him one last favor. You will leave this town. I don’t care where, as long as it is not ******ville,. "That's it?" That's it."I brought the rig up to speed and headed onto Interstate 70; next stop Terre Haute, Indiana. We'd be having breakfast in about three hours.The atmosphere in the truck was different somehow. The sexual tension between us was gone. We had satisfied our immediate needs and desires, now, more than ever before, we could relax and enjoy each other's company.We'd traveled about an hour, commenting on the lack of scenery and the traffic, when I could tell that there was. And then I noticed it. A narrow, trodden down, patch of grass leading off to the right behind the side of the clearing. I quickly stuck my head out again, they were both still otherwise occupied, so I ducked across the path and down behind the side of the clearing. The trodden down path carried on for a few feet, curved round so as to be out of sight of the side path, then dead ended. Turning round I realised that the trees and bushes were much thinner here, and I could clearly see through. My hands reached under her shoulders, with some slight difficulty, I gently rolled over to soon find myself on my back and Amy lay upon me. My cock pulled free from her wet hole in the process. My hands caressed down her spine, soon finding themselves to rest upon Amy's perfectly formed piece of ass. I gave her cheeks a gentle squeeze, a slight squeal echoed from her lips.She brought her legs up, shuffled her weight back to soon find herself sitting upon me. My hands reached around the front,.