“There now you can see” I said trying to ease the tension. “Show me your cock” she said again.“Brooke” I started “remember we are just ...o meet and that was it, nothing else”. She giggled and said “I told you I was going to tempt you, and that’s what I’m doing”. “Okay, I’m tempted, I’m VERY tempted” I said “But we agreed”.“I lied” she said and went on to say “I told you I was going to tempt you and now, I’m not going to get out of your car, until you show me your cock”.We went back and fourth. I felt confident by staring at myself in the mirror.Then I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down and when I raised my head to look at myself in the mirror I found my bluish green panties simmered with my sweat and stuck a bit between my vaginal lips. They were good enough to support my 34-inch size butts and giving them a nice shape while hanging in those jeans. I further twisted myself and then I saw it was my jiju standing behind me completely checking me outstanding at the door side. I. A few of the drivers get out and walk over to us. They are cheering and clapping and congratulating us on a good moving show. Joyce stands up and bows. I move over and stand up and bow. I proceed to strip Joyce. Not to be outdone she strips me. My cock is rock hard and standing proud. Some of the drivers point and say. “They’re going to do it here. Let’s gather around and watch.” The truckers circle the car jockeying for the best view. Joyce starts to sit in my lap facing me. Her pussy slides. ”At 18, it seemed as though Christy had had more lovers than I’d had. It made no difference to me, though. I was infatuated with her.My son Phil, came home for the summer. I was surprised that I felt so little conflict towards him; he was my boy, my only heir. I loved him as ever.He was sitting at dinner with his mother and I a week or so after he arrived;“I ran into Christy today. You know, my old girlfriend.”I quickly hid my face behind my wine glass while I regained my composure.“How is she,.