A larger tree had been uprooted, with the entire root ball showing, and was leaning across the trail, the upper part of the tree tangled in another on... across the way. The only good news was that ahead I could see the turn in the road, where it met the wider, better tended gravel road.I had my work cut out for me.Call me a freak, but I like physical labor. Maybe because my earliest jobs in high school and college were all hard labor. Now that I spent most of my days behind a desk, I liked. I turned toward the trucker, letting my dress go all the way up and put my hand on my little tucked package in my g-string, so that he knew i was turned on by having him voyeur me. Frank kept telling me how sexy I was and that the trucker obviously agreed and was motioning for more and more. I was so turned on by this that I just took off my little dress and was displayed in only g-string, bra, heels, and thigh high hose. My g-string was soaking wet, but I was still well tucked, and the trucker. Instead, he slowly and deliberately reached down for her skirt and drew it up around her waist, cocking his head on one side to study her exposed, lower body. "Yeah, that's what I like," he said with evident satisfaction, "good legs and hips. Turn around." He patted her on the fanny. "Nice ass, too. If I wasn't busy, I'd take you upstairs right now. Look here at this. You think you can take that much meat, huh?"Lynn turned around to see that he had unzipped his fly and exposed the longest,. She panted to get more air and made her mouth dry. To compensate she began to drool. Soon she was posed with her torso twisted so she could look at the boys while keeping her ass facing them; her tongue was hanging out and saliva was frothing at the corners of her mouth and running down her chin onto her bare chest. She looked like a dog in heat. She was making a steady breathing sound but releasing tiny yelps whenever she felt Gene too deeply. Each time she crossed her eyes or winced as.