I'm getting ready when I hear a knock at the door, 'come in!' Knowing its John, I've got my trousers on & a bra, trying to work out which top to wear ... ask his opinion, he has a slightly glazed look as he licks his lips, 'um, uh, that one' he points to a shirt on my bed, I've never seen him react this way & just brush it off. We leave to go to the pub, we see Roger sat in the corner, I make introductions & retrieve drinks from the bar. We have a great night, the guys getting on surprisingly. Sarah helped by raising her hips, allowing me to slide the bottoms over her ass and down her legs. Sarah responded by pushing on the fabric of my swimsuit, then working herself onto her hands and knees so she could pull them down and off. Once she had my shorts off, she slipped her own bottoms off. She laid back down next to me, and I whispered into her ear, Do you want to fuck, or have me eat you out? She tensed up as a shudder went through her body thinking about my question. Would you do. After about an hour, I put my shorts and shirt back on and had a quick walk past up and down the line of lorries, most were pretty dark by now, some had a window open, some you could see inside with the help of the small internal lights all these cabs have. Luckily the light from the toilets gave enough light to see if someone was looking out.I stopped and chatted to a couple of guys and watched on guy suck off a bloke along side one of the lorries, the driver was watching from his cab and. Just spring cleaning, really.” He laughed and added, “The hardest thing I did was write a check!”“Well that’s great!” I said. I guessed I’d be able to learn more when we actually went out.“Yeah, it’ll be warm enough soon – as long as nature doesn’t shit on us like it did last year.” The year before was a very cool and rainy summer there. Linda and I had nicer weather where we lived before, farther inland, but I remembered the weatherman talking about the terrible rain and overcast they had.By.