She looked at Sara for a long moment.‘Lay down on the bed darling Sara. Would you like mom to make love to you?’Sara gazed blankly at her and thos... words were not the words she would have ever imagined hearing. But so far things were so weird that they didn’t really surprise her at all. After all there was no going back now. Sara felt like the only girl to have ever done what she had done but would learn later that wasn’t so. All she knew now was she wanted to feel it too.‘Yes…will you, um lick. .. WATCH THE ROAD, DUMMY. The passengers are your responsibility. Remember ... everyone else on the road is a homicidal maniac ... they want to kill you ... some of them don't mind dying doing it.Manchester to Boston, 70 miles more or less. Downhill. Due to towns, villages, stop signs in the middle of nowhere, it takes about 3 hours. The train is faster.Boston to Manchester, after great sex and shopping, takes an hour, uphill ... well it feels like it. Bang! You're past Manchester and heading. ?You’re going to learn real quick how to breathe when doing this.? He mumbed, pulling her head up by her hair, and slamming it back down again. She moaned, and gagged again, and he felt his cum rising already. ?Good little filthy cunt. You’re such a pig.? He said, and pulled the truck onto the road again. She tried to suck it on her own, but kept holding back. When he could take his hand off the clutch, he would slam the head back down, hold it there, until she gagged a couple of times.. “Are you doing it? Are you stroking your cock for me?” she asked.I pushed my shorts down, wrapped my hand around it, and grunted as it throbbed hard. “Yes.”“Oh yes, baby,” she said.I stroked my cock dry, not willing to take the few seconds necessary to run into the other room for the lotion bottle. “Fuck, I wish I was deep inside you.”“Oh, I want you there,” she said in a breathless voice. “Listen to how wet I am for you.”There was a brief pause, and then I heard the heavenly, squishy sound.