My car died and I coasted the rest of the way into the parking lot.The exit was a large truck stop and was very busy! I got out and went to the restau...ant and got a table and called home on my cell phone No answer.I ate my dinner and asked the waitress if there was a garage on the property. She said no, but with all these truckers here surely one could help out and said she would ask around. I noticed one table after another the men shook their heads no. Then one trucker sitting alone turned. It was love at first sight. Imagine the late unlamented Marlboro man suddenly coming to life beside you, but with charm and intelligence. And smiling eyes. Weathered from flying and sailing, not horses. It was all perfect. I have never known anything like it, and if Winston has–I know he loved Julie, his last wife, to the day she died, and perhaps beyond–he has been sensitive enough not to say so. Until then, I had never wanted a man more. Not even close. I had never wanted a man to just take. "The old man then removed her shirt and her skirt and she was there in just her thong. He pulled her to him and began to suck her tits. As he sucked her he felt her ass and loved her small body. He layed back and pulled her down beside him. He pushed her head down to his hard cock and said "Lick my hard cock little girl." She licked up and down his hard shaft. He loved the tongue of the young girl. "Now suck my cock." She then began to suck the very tip of his cock and it felt so good. He let. I think their names were Trixie and Candy or something close to that. Trixie was the smart one and she spent most of the trip reading the frigging Wall Street Journal like she understood every confusing word. Candy was playing with Lenny’s oversexed male equipment like it was the only available toy in the playground and it diverted her from having to think. I averted my eyes from the panting couple and tried to figure out the Trixie dame because she was not your run of the mill showgirl with a.