Radio in hand flipping through channels finding a station putting out a SOS ,Hello all you truckers have a lady in distress out by duck lake ,if one i... you boys can give a hand come on back on this SOS.no response radio dies .Heading back down to the blanket decide to take in some sun while I wait in hopes someone got my SOS,About a hour goes by I hear the roar of a truck getting closer ,sitting up turn to see a truck pull up ,standing walking up towards the truck a tall tan silver haired. His soft lips moved down to the nipple and he started sucking on it lightly. Adrienne bucked her hips, almost to the breaking point. She needed some stimulation! Professor Johnson moved his hand under her skirt and helped her out of her underwear, tossing them in to the same pile as her blouse. His finger smeared the wetness around, and through the slick flesh sought her clit. The little clit was hard and exposed, and Adrienne whimpered as he began to rub it softly. . I never expected to have this sort of experience when I accidently met Mrs. Adeline Abernathy on the bus from Arlington Towers to the recently constructed Crystal City. I liked Crystal City because it had lovely little coffee hang-outs with flocks of bored secretaries escaping from the hub of activity around the Pentagon. It was a place to get lucky if one just bided his time and acted a bit shy around women. I was in uniform that day on the bus because it was Friday and on Fridays we all had. While I had never been the most athletic of guys back in theday, I had played Little League. Well, one year and mostly on the bench,but I'd never missed a practice or a game. And I'd played lots ofbackyard ball and all that shit most boys do growing up unless they'retotal couch potatoes or gay. Or even if they are gay because to my mind,there were probably a lot of gay athletes who just didn't come out andadmit it because athletes were supposed to be not gay. So even thoughgoing through.