She wasn't my type: too well put together. And she has big boobs and short hair. I'm a fan of girls in the itty bitty titty club with long flowing hai...."Put your shirt on Kyla," Franky said, "a customer just pulled up to the pumps."Franky was right. It was a familiar face, so I authorized the pump before he even got out of his car.Kyla picked up her shirt and held it for a minute. The man at the pump paused to look into the store. He waved at me and squinted at Kyla who had just dropped her. Back and forth she went: sucking on his cockhead then mine; licking up and down the entirety length of our shafts; twisted her head to suck our balls as she stroked us. Back and forth, she went, attentively.As my wife worked on us, Dimitri and I shyly looked at each other. We hadn’t spoken about our intimate moment together since it happened, and there was palpable sexual tension between us. I wanted to say something to him now, but words failed me. Luckily, my best friend took the first. I eased one finger into her, damn she was tight but she was also nice and slick for me. I looked into her eyes and saw that she was lost in what my hands were doing to her. I continued playing with her tits as I placed myself at her entrance. Her eyes seemed to semi focus at the feeling. She looked at me and made my heart stop her eyes were filed with adoration, need, trust, and love. I felt lost in her eyes and then kissed her like a man that was starving and just for her. I knew most girls. They wouldn't let me use my grill at the truck stop so I had a taxi take me to a steak house a couple of nights. It wasn't too bad but as far as I'm concerned nothing beats a well-marbled steak grilled over your own smoky fire, hot enough to make the fat pop and sizzle. Hmm. With those thoughts in mind I found a butcher shop willing to cut, wrap and pre-freeze some top-quality steaks and roasts to fill most of my freezer. I paid for second day pickup and left there a happy man.Before I left I.