I also liked her figure. Well rounded with a big ass and bigger boobs. The diner is located in the outskirt a trucker town, and even though truckers c...me and went almost all hours of the day, 20:30 (or 2030 as I was used to say) was a good time to catch Lorena for a light chat while I was eating. The early birds were already on their way to bed, and the night owls were already driving.So for a couple of weeks Lorena and I would talk as I was eating. She told me she was married, but her husband. But I needed him closer. Within reach. Not of my slippery fingers, or my rhythmically thrusting lips. No, I needed him close enough to come. So when he exploded, so very soon, he would come on me, and not the floor. I didn't care where on me either. Just somewhere on my bare, hot skin.He understood somehow, and stood close while he stroked. His eyes devoured me, and I loved knowing he wanted to be my fingers, how much he wished my lips were around his rigid cock.Suddenly it was a race.I've. Here, drink this, the model told me, you won’t regret it, the best drink in town she said with a smile. I drank it all, not to fast, I really did want to taste it and indeed it was the best I have had so far. After I emptied the glass she pulled my heads towards hers and just as she was about to tongue me, she whispered, lets fuck now and she pulled me towards the stage, laid down on her back and while I was almost losing my balance I was able to enter her in one go, all the way in. Her head. In past relationships, all the men's undies I'd seen had come in two varieties - boxers and briefs. Boxers, while often decorated with cutesy patterns, essentially looked like shorts. They revealed little, and I always found them a bit less than totally sexy, although anyone I'd discussed it with claimed they were more comfortable. Briefs, on the other hand, were tighter, thinner, and revealed much, but I had heard there were confining, and tended to bunch uncomfortably. Steven's, however, were.