We were in line behind a couple other trucks and when we pulled onto the scale a D.O.T. officer got on the side of our truck after they weighed us. He...looked to be a handsome bald black guy with broad shoulders and a nice smile. He looked into the cab, I was driving my wife just woke up and was sitting in the passenger seat with a shirt and panties on. My wife has large breasts and she didn’t have a bra on under her shirt. The officer asked to see my log book and I was a couple days behind. We. She smiled and said, that is true. I gathered some courage and asked, do not u think u need more time with your husband ?She nodded her head but then in a sad mood said, he is in army so I have to live like this.I said, sad, a beautiful girl like you are remaining deprived of the most wonderful pleasure of life. She did not speak anything and then I said, why do not you come in, we will sit together and have some coffee. She came in to my house. I went to the kitchen and she followed me and. She kneaded my butt cheeks, gradually spreading them wider, and allowing her fingers to trace my crack up and down, from the top of my ass around to my very moist pussy, and up over my clit. I easily melted under her magical touch, and I offered no resistance as she yammered on and on about all this being god's will. At this point, I didn't care what her delusional reasoning was; she raged about hell, but I was in heaven.I can't say I was surprised when her finger penetrated my anus. She was so. She was a big girl now. Helping out. The stitches appearing at her command to the rat-a-tat-tat of her little hand upon that great big wheel. Whoosh…whoosh. The material slipped seamlessly through her fingers. Just as the final sands slipped from the top of the hour glass. Pooled at the bottom. Ready to be turned. To begin again. Another turn at the fabric of life…fragile though its stitches be. She held up the tiny dress. It was so small. So impossibly small. Like the doll dresses that Nana.