Now her wonderful aroma tickled my nose. I wondered if there was a rest stop along this stretch of I-81. I heard her fingers playing in the wetness. �...�I wish your fingers were doing this, but I’ll make do until they can.’ When I glanced over, one index finger was circling her clit. The middle finger on the other hand was slowly moving in and out of her tunnel. ‘Jack, see that truck ahead?’ ‘Yeah.’ A UPS semi was about a quarter of a mile in front. Brown is everywhere. ‘Pull up so that you’re. I was rough and beat my cock, gripping it so it almost hurt. Her eyes settled on me and she came close, and dropping to her knees.Grabbing my cock she ran her tongue down the shaft and then got it between my balls, licking broadly. I could hear her licking, and it felt good. Her finger began to shyly probe my ass, gently. Soon she leaned back, looked up at me, and put the head of my cock in her mouth and began to suck hard, griping my shaft tightly with 1 hand, working to make me cum. It was. She had a metal roof, rather than canvas, which was a relief. I sat behind the wheel and put my foot on the clutch. It didn't move; I pushed harder."Don't you dare strain." Grace's voice left me in no doubt of awful consequences. We changed places and I was mortified she was able to depress the clutch, if not easily, certainly without great strain. Anyway, she turned the key and pressed the starter; the motor churned, but didn't fire.The old boy emerged from the house and walked up to the. That's why we're all so gung ho for everything you're doing."I called Benson as I left the road yard. "Hey, Mr. B, do you want to have lunch together or would you prefer to come to dinner?"There wasn't even a pause when he asked, "How about both? Maude and I are supposed to have lunch with Jeff Stevens from the County Council. Is that good, or do you need to talk about something private?" Part of it is private, but I can ask you that now. I'm thinking of building an apartment building near the.