A look out the back window showed that we had not yet picked up our load of goods from Proctor & Gamble. I must have been asleep for quite some time, ...ut I don’t know when Jake had conked.I went outside and stretched. We appeared to be at a rest stop. The place had an establishment selling Starbucks coffee, so I left a little note scrawled with “Back in 15 minutes- Johnny” on the steering wheel boss and went over and ordered a breakfast sandwich and Frappuccino. I had always liked Starbucks,. Hearing her urging me to fill her pussy with my load, just like her daughter had, really got me excited, and push me to the brink, and as I pounded into my grandmothers wet hot cunt, I felt my balls tighten, and with a loud excited groan I thrust deep into her, and then for the second time that evening I exploded."OH FUCK YES!" I cried out as began shooting my load inside my grandmother "FUCK YES! FUCK YES! FUCK YES!"I unloaded what felt like another big wet sticky load into another close. It was hard to push my fingers in deeper, brushing over the soft little nub inside of me. I moaned, my fingers curled up further, my movements faster. My pussy was dripping, sensitive. My body trembling the closer I got. I tried to keep my legs still but at this point it was a lost cause. I pumped my fingers in faster and slightly deeper, until I felt that all too familiar feeling. I moaned, louder this time, pushing up my hips into my fingers as I came. In the back of my mind I heard him. Arthur Kennedy promised to extend an invitation to us for appear on next Sunday’s show. Then he said, “I might have a phone number; let’s see if anyone answers it.” My phone started ringing.I debated if I should answer and finally decided to, “Hello,”“Arthur Kennedy here, is this BJ?”“Yes, this is BJ. Good morning Arthur, say good morning to the rest of the panel for me if you would.”“BJ, give me a second to transfer my call the conference phone on the round table. BJ, I hope I am not.