You've got too damn much prick to waste on that little ass." You're an expert?" Greg asked sarcastically."Shit yes!" Oh," he answered. "Somehow I didn...t expect you to be an expert on fucking pussy. I figured you knew a lot about men, but I never dreamed..." That I knew what good pussy was?" she laughed back. "A girl that can't give another girl a good fuck is not one shit better when she tried to fuck with a man." How the hell could that make any difference?" Greg asked, his face again. There were two cars parked a couple spots away to the left of me and to the right was the start of the big-rig parking. It was a large parking area, completely filled with long haul big rigs making their way down boring Interstate 5. That was why I was here. At a seedy gas station in the middle of nowhere. I was hoping I may bring some excitement to a lonely truck driver or two. Little did I know what the night had prepared for me. I still hadn’t found my way into one of these seemingly. She realised that she couldn’t and as he held her gaze her heat became all the more apparent. Biting her lip hard she tried to drown out thoughts of infidelity. It didn’t work. She needed it, she needed it badly and she couldn’t give a shit how she got it. Months of pent up frustration and lust were let loose. She took his hand. He led her astray. He trailed his tongue up her thigh, watching as the cold air brought up bumps along her milky skin. Her moaning hadn’t let up and he was beginning to. “Looks like you’re feeling much better”Alicia’s heart jumped out of her mouth. Rather than freeze, she collapsed onto her front, pulling the covers over her. “Uncle Jerry, I thought you were coming a bit later. I… uh… I’m feeling a bit sick. I couldn’t get comfortable and then felt a bit hot.”“Shall I get you some water? You looked like you were working hard, you must be thirsty”“Oh… um… yeah OK then. I should be fine then though, you don’t have to stay”“If you’re still feeling sick, I better.