It woke him. He sat up, and pulled on his boots. While it was not yet daylight, it was almost dawn. There was another sound, and a stifled "shhhh", so...nd. Uh oh, this didn't sound good.Roland silently retrieved his bow, and strung it. He selected an arrow, and waited. His lumpy bedding made it appear that he was still lying in it. He didn't have long to wait. A figure appeared, and he heard a thunk as an arrow hit the bedding. He bit his lip, and waited.A figure came out of the woods and said,. I slowly pulled up next to him and then paced him as we were next to the cab. It took a minute for him to look over but we got a blast of the airhorns once he noticed. Kelly rolled down her window and then lay sideways on the seat. She had her twat pushed right up in the window opening and was fucking her shaved cunt with her new dildo. The driver rolled down his window and had a front-row seat to the show. I actually had to pay attention to my driving as the truck was, understandably, doing. " he said thoughtfully"Shit, sir you're the ideas man." I challenged."Fuck it Henderson, what can I do." he asked helplessly.I did some quick imagining. "Make her see sense sir, get some Fuckmeats in show her how happy they are." I suggested or was it pleaded."And what's in it for you?" he asked naively."She fucks like a dream." I replied honestly."She sure sucks like a dream," he agreed, "Look Henderson, I brought that girl up like my own all these years, ever since Margie died, hell thats. She wanted to be sure I was satisfied. And I have to say I was more than satisfied. “So how do you feel?” she asked lying next to me. “Dead and completely satisfied. I hope this is something that will continue.” I replied but then something hit me. I was also sleeping with Grace, so I had to hide each relationship from each other. I had to juggle these two girls and they couldn’t figure out about each other. As I kept thinking about it, I knew I had to drop one of them. But who? Erika was my.