I pulled into the truck stop and got a booth. A few minutes later this gorgeous looking, tall muscular black man walked in and was looking around. I t...ought to my self, could this be John, the man I had been talking to? I raised my arm up and got his attention. He walked over to me with a big smile on his face. "I bet you weren't expecting me were you", he said with a grin. I just laughed and introduced my self and John was very surprised that I still told him to sit down and join me. I guess. She watched and observed. "You are varying the pressure of your fingers." "Yep, variation is key. This feels amazing, I love having you watch." Let me try."Her fingers took my place, but of course her hand was from a different angle. They could not reach all the way around. She started to slowly stroke up and down. I reached down and rotated her hand back and forth. She got the idea and was soon doing it on her own. "Are you close?" She asked. I really wasn't, so I said. "Could I see your tits?. Truth be told, I've probably strained untold eye muscles preventing them from staring and as for not getting an erection, I've been doing multiplication tables in my head since you got here to distract myself. When that started to fail, I thought of nuns but then they started lifting the hem of their habits to reveal fishnet stockings underneath. As a last resort, I started thinking about plumbers bent over working under my kitchen sink. If that last defense fails I can't be held accountable. I looked at him andtried to form the next question in my mind, but when I spoke, it was toask, "How else can I pleaseyou" I was appalled at what I had said and when he looked at me, he hada faint smile on his face and said, "How can you please me,you said? Well, let me ask you something. Did you enjoy the car ride overhere Spicey?" I replied that, yes I had and then he asked me if I wouldcome and stand in front of him, which I did. He told me to lift my skirt,he wanted to see how much I.