Her whole life, once she got over the trauma of her rape and miscarriage, was a singular pursuit of enjoying herself and satisfying her desires. She h...d always encouraged me to treat life like that. She’d want me to do that in her absence. She probably would have instructed Kelly to come after me with a net had she met her on her deathbed.I fell asleep knowing that the future would either be pretty good, or bloody amazing.I was shaken awake at about 4:30 in the morning by John. I was, to say. I ran my hands over her body in every direction, wanting to touch it all at once and asked if that spicy little mouth of hers knew how to suck a dick or if all it was good for was to crack wise. She frowned at this statement, reaffirming my belief that she was going to be a tough bronco to tame, but she fell to her knees and began tugging at the button on my jeans. I stood up to give her a fighting chance and she quickly had them unzipped and pulled down to my ankles. I told her to take my. "It seemed like a good idea so I climbed out of the car and went round to open Mum's door. What a magnificent sight! Naked flesh and pussy hair on open display, any voyeur's dream. I offered to carry her but after being told not to be ridiculous, trailed inside behind her and headed upstairs. By the time I visited the toilet, found a rug and returned to the kitchen Mum had milk heated and was filling 2 mugs, standing at the bench naked, having not been able to hold up her dress and pour the. Were we good or what?The rest stops accomplish two seemingly mutually exclusive tasks: One, they allow groups that have come apart to regroup, which then packs them together again on the road. Two, it breaks the herd up because some folks seem to get into a rest stop and somehow can’t seem to get out again. You sort of wonder how some of these folks even finish the ride if they spend a half hour at each stop!Anyway, after the first real stop of the day things seem to settle into a rhythm and.