I look out of my window before I slumber, your picture placed on my locker beside my bed. I watch the ‘welcome to Ontario and Max’s place’ flash...on the Neon sign. It is blue and I am thinking of you, the things we do – and then it turns red, what more can be said – you are there, next to me in bed -but soon it turns a limy green and I feel I am your queen. I hear your voice saying those things to me, the things you like to tell me and the things I love to hear. When will you return, my trucker. “Bye girls! Stay safe!” their mom yelled as they dashed out of the front door and left Kyle alone with his mom.“Couple of glasses of wine and a movie? Or beer, if that’s cooler?” Kyle’s mom suggested after a few awkward seconds of silence. “I mean, I had a couple before dinner so you have some catching up to do!” she added, laughing.Kyle faked a smile back at her. “Sounds good to me” he said as he finished washing the last of the dishes.“I’ll just go and grab a quick shower. Meet in the living. The new generator had been designed to run on natural gas.Whenever a strong storm or tornado blew through, the ranch usually lost power for several days at a time. The longest he had been without power had been close to two weeks. This would not happen again.Besides the cattle, he also had chickens, a couple milk cows, and a huge truck garden. His wife, Clarissa was into canning. This resulted in their having all sorts of vegetables and jellies for the entire winter.While it rarely snowed where. White was on top, pumping his cock into her pussy. Given the squelching noises cumming from her pussy, Mrs. White was clearly enjoying herself."Hold me down," I heard Mrs. White say in a quiet voice."What?" Mr. White asked."Hold me down," she repeated. "Hold my arms down. Pin me to the bed and take me!"Mr. White looked at her momentarily, then reached down and bit her nipple lightly while pinning her hands above her head as requested."Oh, yes!" she moaned as she struggled to escape his.