"What? Whats wrong?" I asked softly, kissing her shoulder. She started laughing with a nervous giggle, "Your dick is huge!" Really? Always considered ...yself average."She rolled me over and climbed on top of me, kissing my neck and chest as I felt her wet kitty against my stomach. She worked her way down my chest, stopping at my nipples and down my stomach. Dragging her big hard nipples against my skin just made me want her more. She got to my cock and held it in both her little hands. Looking. .." Do what?" I asked."You know, just run up and down the road with kids, and doing fireworks and stuff."I glanced at her. Every now and then my amazing wife was replaced by a fourteen year old girl."No, it's not like that, my love. You give me, us ... we have a whole different level of excitement. But it was fun for a little while ... and then I realized, whatever those kids were playin' at doin', we, you and me, we're doing it for real. Like playin' Flight Simulator on the computer or. There weren't many peopleout at this hour. Breezes tickled her legs and got into her cleavage. Shepulled her hair back into a pony tail and anchored it with a scrunchie.She was hungry so she grabbed a turkey-burger at American Beefy. Shewandered around the variety store at the truck stop. A post card explainedwhat Truckee 77, Eat More! meant. It was a riff on Route 77, not a hugerevelation. The original owner had driven through Truckee and liked thename. And there was a joke about 69 and 77. She said she would and I went through the students to the bar and bought two more. I went back to our table and placed the beer in front of her. She thanked me and, as I sat, moved a little so we were closer. I could feel her hip against me and her arm slid across the back of my chair. Her face came close; not so close that anyone in the bar would think we were lovers but close enough that I could hear when she whispered. ‘If you care, I do know that Isobel and you had a fling. Don’t be upset.