Responding with a smile as the trucker look’s down at the tiny “girl” even blows her a kiss. She bites her lower lip a bit and waves goodbye to ...im as she nudges Garet as a way of telling him to speed up again. Well that went well…she thinks to herself. Although it was a trucker and they generally don’t tend to be picky.“Hey…don’t worry what anything else thinks. Just worry about what I think Sadi.”She feel’s Garets hand resting on her thigh and she smiles at him, damn him….made her feel so. My heart would turn to cold hard stone, if ever you were not near. If sharp cold steel pierced my chest, no mark would be left upon my heart," I answer. Her hand slides down my chest, over her leg and gently wraps around my cock. With quickened breath she asks, "And if one hundred dragons were guarding the entrance to the castle, would you slay them all and hold me in your arms?" She begins to stroke my cock. I moan at her touch and warmth. Her pussy grinding slowly against my hip. I feel her. She, first of all, is a knockout. A tennis coach, so she’s fit, but beyond that she’s beautiful. Striking eyes, high cheekbones and a long, supple neck. Many times really fit girls have these flat chests – and that’s fine, too, but she flaunts some very serious cleavage. And she’s usually wearing a tight sports bra and I don’t think her nipples ever get flat. Torture.She and her husband live in the next state over, about five hours or so. They were having a spat of some sort, I didn’t ask about. "this is a lovely horseless carriage you have her Joseph.do you have to crank it first?" no babe i just got to turn the key."i do so showing off.she smiles at the rumble of the engine.i drive to my hotel.she urges me to slow down,frightened at my ferocious speeds reach up 35 miles per hour.i slow to 15,it drives me wild,in time we get to my hotel.room 217 is my number.i think i may try some sex with her in the bathtub.we get into my room via the handicapped ramp,he tennis ball bottom walker.