I stopped at a rest area and took a leak, then as I was walking out, I ran right into this chick who I instantly felt was in a panic.After we made our...apologies, I watched her looking around the side of the building then she turned and saw I had seen her."Was there a really big guy with a moustache and a cowboy hat in there?" she asked in a southern accent, thumbing the men's room."Nope. But if you give me his name I'll find him for ya," I said."Oh, ah... Bert... Bert... Oh, what did he say his. My brain went in to overdrive and my cock began to lift in my trousers, then I felt the welt around her stocking top and her suspender “No need for imagination now, now opens your eyes” Susan said, “Do you want to see what you are touching”I nodded my head and Susan’s hands went behind her back, I heard the zip be pulled and I moved my hand from her leg. The floaty skirt slipped down her nylons in a flash and I was left staring straight in to Susan’s crotch. Big black lacy knickers. “Alright… So where are your clothes?” Again, he was looking me over, and his cock started twitching again. He was also struggling, trying to keep himself from touching his manhood. It was becoming very obvious he wanted to masturbate, to get some relief. I was getting the impression that he wasn’t getting any at home.“He took them…” was all I said.. “So now I’m all alone, naked, and vulnerable. I’m helpless…” I spoke now more seductively, and almost c***d-like. I hadn’t planned on. She was whispering now, talking mostly to herself. ‘Mmm…I get it nice and slick. Mmmm, w…with my juices. Then…when I’m dripping, and my entire body is screaming for it, mmh, I slide it in…’ Her mouth hung open as she started to push the artificial phallus into her tight, wet body slowly. She moaned lowly as it went deeper in. Inch by inch, segment by segment it disappeared into her, until at last the arching nub rested on her clit. ‘Uh!’ Michael’s thumb and forefinger wrapped around the base of.