As they crept up behind a truck, Roger said to her with a squeeze of her thigh: “Let’s have some fun here. When I pass this truck, wave to the dri...er.”“Oh, yes,” she almost trilled.As they drifted past the truck she looked up at the bull necked driver, imagining him with a large belly but imagining herself kneeling before him licking the large belly and getting ready to do dirty things to his cock. She shivered and gave the driver a large smile and a wave.Then Roger slowed down a bit and the. A stunning contrast. Her thin, shapely legs are accentuated by black stockings and heels. Gray tweed skirt, hemmed at mid-thigh, crisp white blouse with pale blue pinstripes. Gorgeous. ‘Mr. and Mrs. Atkins?’ she queries calmly. My wife nudges me absently. I emerge from my reverie to notice that she is in one of her own. There certainly is a magic to this place. ‘Follow me.’ Jackie again, singing her song. We rise from the couch and follow her down the hall. ‘The doctor will be right with you.’. You drive probably 50 yards down a pretty steep slope to get to the water, and there's only one way in and one way out so plenty of time to hide if you see headlights or people. As I pulled into the parking lot I was alarmed to see a cop pulling out of the same parking lot. I drove past the restaurant and parked near a tattoo parlor (only business open at this hour) in the shopping center right next to the restaurant and waited to see where the cop went. I was slightly relieved when he seemed. Jack paused. A jogger ran by on the trail, oblivious to their presence. Jack thrust into her hard, making her bite her lip to stifle a yelp. “You’re going to get us in trouble,” she giggled.Then he pulled backward, yanking himself all the way out of her. He spun her around fast and pulled her against him, steadying her. She moved her arms around his neck, kissing him. With his hands underneath her ass, he picked her up and laid her down at the trunk of the tree. He yanked her running pants.