" He asks if is bigger than mine and she looks down and seeing 4 or 5" over the top of her hand and tells him her hand covers all of mine. She squats ...own in front of him and starts licking and sucking his hard black cock. She tells him I am always telling her that I would like to see her pretty white face on a big black cock. He asks if he should open the blinds and let him see it and she tells him no, I probably couldn't handle it. I imagine her getting up, pulling her slacks and panties down. Tears were leaking from them but, as she was smiling, I didn't think she was sad."Just one thing."I jerked back to attention as she continued."Yes? What?" You have to wear just your boxers, like you did yesterday." She was grinning so impishly, I half expected to see half-eaten feathers, paws and whiskers.I thought about that, then grinned. "I can live with that. Any other restrictions?" No, sir... but it would be nice to know your name."I nearly crawled under the table from shame. I hadn't. They were on the road making good time already, and she was reallyenjoying driving the truck. She found herself wondering if Mike andShayla would like to live on the road like the Wyoming's andLightfeather's.They'd just topped the pass heading down toward White Horse when theradio lit up." Mom, how's your pressure reading? I'm getting fluid all over mywindshield," said the girl in the support truck."Oh shit." Don't pull off just stop right there Momma," said the guy riding in thesupport. It must have only been a minute or two before Stacy joined me, doing her best to hold in a giggle, her hand clamped firmly over her mouth. It seemed like hours. This time, the roles were reversed. She stood before me, arms folded nervously below her breast, drawing to my attention how they swelled with each breath. She was caressing her elbows nervously and biting down on her lower lip, her eyes shut tight, her dark lashes flush against her olive skin. Almost reverently, I reached out to.