Something was nagging me about the whole situation. Here was a very attractive young woman, kneeling on the floor at my feet, her skirt had ridden up ...er thighs and exposed two very nice legs. There was the hint of stockings underneath. She had called me "Master". About then I noticed that she had pulled out a pen and a note pad out of her purse and was furiously writing on it. I stepped close and she handed me the paper. It read, "I am not crazy but something has happened to me so. I entered the truck and he signaled for me the cabin behind.It was spacious and had a comfortable bed there.The guy stripped me naked and he did the same.I got on my knees in front of him and took his thick long cock in my mouth. He let out a long sigh. I began sucking his hard cock slowly. His breathing and low moaning told me that this trucker needed this about as badly as I did. After a few minutes sucking, he was ready for me…The blond guy got on his knees and I turned around, knowing what. How they were happy with it, how they were proabably comfortable with it. But what caught our, as I can speak, ‘rage’ was one moment where Donna said that they had sex on the armchair! Can you believe it? Sex on our armchair! How could they?At first it enraged us, but Charlotte realized that it could be a nice fantasy. You know, having sex outside the traditional place those things happen. But here is the deal: we wanted to have sex there, on that armchair. We always thought how good was for. Their before him where the best C-cups he had ever seen. Only a blue laced bra where between him and her nipples. He moved close to her to reach behind and unclasp the silky blue barrier. As the bra came lose and feel to Heather’s lap a light moan came from her lips. Her nipples were erect and pointy. Sticking out like arrowheads. Ian placed he lips over the left one and began to suck and lick it. Heather moaned deeper as she was overwhelmed by the sensation not knowing she was being.