Walking toward them from the big, shiny burgundy rig with the extra-deep sleeper behind the cab was a rangy-looking cowboy. And not a new one either�...probably no younger than his early forties. He wasn’t too tall and certainly wasn’t too fat. In fact, he looked a little gaunt, all angles, and leathery tan, and wrinkles. Much like most of the rig drivers up here in the badlands of the upper West—well-worn jeans, a faded plaid flannel shirt, tooled-leather boots, a weather-beaten black ten-gallon. She released his 5 inch member which was hard and throbbing. ‘Sorry, it’s not that big.’ ‘Don’t worry about it, it’s big enough.’ she said as she stroked it. She teased it with her tongue licking the tip before putting it all in her young warm mouth. He moaned. She sucked it like a pro, going up and down with her head and occasionally licking his wrinkly ball sack while jerking him off. Her tongue felt so good on his hard cock, he felt like he was in heaven. Harold never had a blowjob before. Getting into a taxi, he rode over to the townhouse. He wished he had brought Bill along, if nothing more than for the company. He made a quick tour of the house and saw the dark rooms would need to be refurbished as soon as possible before he would consider living there. ‘And what would you want new furnishings for?’ demanded Higgins, the caretaker, a small man with bushy eyebrows and a belligerent manner. ‘These were all bought by your uncle’s first wife and there’s nothing wrong with them.. "Ah, that's what it is she thought. Aaron was talking about Brenda. That explained why there was a bright light in the room and she was feeling warm all over.Kelly woke up slowly, content to let the fantasy continue. She had reached the point between sleep and consciousness where she realized it was the stereo still playing from last night, and the warm light was the sun touching her skin. She had fallen asleep in her chair after last night's break up with Mark. With a deep sigh, she opened her.