She told me we were going to the Rustic I was somewhat shocked that was a Erotic Drive in movie place . I was like you want to go there? She said ya ...ou said I could pick this time. I forgot what the movie was but it was awesome . I went to the snack bar about 20 minutes into it to cool off already and my excuse was to get popcorn and a coke. I already could have exploded in my pants from the movie being a very horny sailor and with such a pretty girl . I got back to the car and got inside. I'm riding with different drivers on different routes to find out the good and the bad about your job, to find ways to make things better. I know that most drivers want to sleep in their own beds at night and make more money. I was just thinking that being a female they probably treat you differently.It could be the way they talk to you on the radio, or when you're in a restaurant, or at a truck stop. It could be the loads that you receive or don't. I was just wondering if you think it's fair. They had grills set up and a food table. The food and some drinks were included in the price of admission. They even had their own porta-potty.They had begun setting up before we left and by the time we returned, had the grills ready to go. The crowd this year was expected to be well over a million people and close to 300 floats and groups in the parade, and I intended to take full advantage of that.I had set up my chair right in front of the barrier to have the best view of the parade. A. I enjoyed being held close by Bob, feeling my erect nipples pressing against his chest. I began to relax just a bit, and enjoy the gentle stimulation on my clit. But I guess the temptation was simply too great for Bob. Bob could not resist turning the intensity up to four. I became more rigid immediately, I felt my knees buckle slightly, and I was forced to lean in and brace myself against him for support. “Oh shit, Bob, that is too much, too intense,….please…it is too much.”“Give it a second..