Big dirty diesel pickup truck that had a frame lift kit installed for big knobby tires that one could hear coming a mile away that stuck out past the ...ickup body. The exhaust had been modified with two big chrome stacks sticking up behind the cab. There was a gun rack in the back window with NRA and Love it or Leave decals on the window.He was a big country redneck with an attitude and a patriot who apparently listened to the news as he was passing through. He heard the dirt bike coming and saw. "She grinned."Anyway," I continued, "yes. The machine. If it can make Person A fall in love in Person B, and make Person C no longer exist at all... is there any reason we should believe it can't make Person F look like Person D?" So he... but why? Why would he do that?"I sat down again. "I don't know." I sighed. "I have a suspicion that very little of what he said happened after they sent you home actually happened. And I think that somehow, he needs you back there. I don't know why, and I. " With that she pulled down the bedsheet and my stiff cock was revealed, wagging back and forth as it poke out of the fly of my pajamas. "I may not be allowed to play with Roger's dick," she pouted, "but I'm allowed to play with hubby's dick." She grasped my stiff cock in her sweaty hand and began to wank it up and down. "Was it me that gave you this, or the thought of ravishing Rachel among the party snacks?" she wanted to know. "I'll treat that as a rhetorical question," I replied. "Coward,". ”Somehow they managed to eat the food before then whilst still touching each other and constantly kissing. Neither of them finished everything on their plates, both too eager to get out of the restaurant and go somewhere quieter to get to know each other a little better.The maitre d’ came across to check that everything had been to their satisfaction.“oh yes thank you, just we suddenly seemed to have lost our appetites that’s all, the food was fine…..could we have the check please?” he.