She wet her tongue and lightly licked the knob. My cock was yearning for the warm moist mouth of hers and I grabbed her hair and slowly pulled her hea... forward. Habibi opened her mouth and took in my cock. I almost sighed in relief as Habibi skilfully used her mouth on my cock. It must have been a real sight for anyone who caught us in that pose. Habibi squatting on her haunches sucking my cock and we silhouetted in profile at the window. I led Habibi to the bed and made her stand on the bed. He puts his hand in the small of my back and gently propels me forward out the door. He locks it behind us, then guides me to the car's driver's side, opens the door, then turns off the vibe. He motions me to sit, then closes my door and goes to the passenger's side and gets in. “Don’t cum until I say it’s okay, and don’t get your jeans wet.” I start the engine, adjust the mirrors and ask where he wants to go. “Just follow instructions… we’ll know when we get there. Take the back road out to. A bit extra in your Mom’s drink?’ ‘Yes, please.’ Both loved their drinks and wanted another. The bartender smiled at me. I was sure she didn’t remember me but on my previous trip my gay friend Bruce decided he wanted to go there so we did. He spent his time chatting up some t-girls as the bartender and I graded his effectiveness. Her name was Lauren and she was a short, terminally cute blonde. I liked her but assumed she was a lesbian. She likely assumed I was gay. Everyone that night assumed. I did get him off to the side and told him, "Esteban, you have to find at least one helper. Two might be better, but you and your kids can't do it all. Get a couple of men and we'll work out how to handle them. The most important thing for you to do, though, is to keep the herd healthy."It was a pleasure to see all of the salt trucks washed and parked back in a row as I drove into the road yard. The one thing that had become obvious was the need to clean the salt trucks between uses. You'd soon.