Doris fit into this group, living in a trailer park only a quarter mile from an interstate. Her road crossed it and featured two truck stops at the in...ersection.Ostensibly purchasing a home transceiver for her husband’s birthday gift, she soon was in touch with a whole new world when he was on the road. After that week on the road with him, she knew the protocols and lingo.First of all, she needed a “handle”, the nickname one used to remain anonymous on the air. She tried several out but liked. There was just something forbidden and lustful about her.The drive home was quiet until George gestured towards the entrance to the State Forest. “Let’s stop here so I can have a smoke” after all home was still another 10 miles away and even in light traffic it would take some time. When pulling up though George leaned over and pushed his lips against hers taking the initiative diving his hands down Angie’s top and pulling out her large pale floppy breasts.Instinctively she continued to kiss. She was standing at the edge of his pond, her head tipped back, staring up at the starlit sky above her. Her hands were on her waist, her hair held in a clip at the back of her head. As he watched, she reached up, taking the clip from her hair, shaking her head. The glistening locks fell free, white blonde in the light of the moon, almost as if shafts of moonlight had fallen to bath her in its glory.Josh shook his head at his own fanciful notions, but the thought stuck with him as he watched. Your cock is so big,” I said in a boyish whine. I knew he’d like that.“Suck it, Jakey,” Nate whispered. “Suck Daddy’s big dick.”“First I want to smell you and lick your balls.” I bent close and inhaled. He smelled so good, from his ass to his cock. I sniffed his pubic hair. “I can smell Mommy, I think.”“Taste her,” he said. “Mommy’s pussy juices are still on my cock.”I licked up his hard shaft. I tasted salt and him…not sure if any trace of pussy remained. “I don’t know, Daddy. I don’t know if.