Anyway, my fetish was to see Monica well and truly fucked, used and banged like never before hence James. He was somewhat chubby but not ugly, he stoo... 6'2", towered over both Monica and me, Monica a sweet 5'6" tall and her slim frame perfect body to me looked so erotic next to James mass of pure strength and his fat 7 inches of sometimes cum dripping cock. He really loved fucking the shit out of my wife and I loved watching and jerking to the action. He pounded her like I couldn't match, she. Wilmington, Baltimore, and now 495 around DC. The next trucker up was already looking as they pulled alongside. Word of these two good looking girls in the little red Toyota showing their stuff had spread quickly on the CB. Little did they know they were mother and daughter. Lauren was getting more aroused and the Percocet was not holding her back. She reached down and began to massage her pussy through her tan thongs. Grace’s panties were soaked and seeing her daughter turn on the truck driver. Then she clasped the suspenders and instantly felt a little more 40’s. Then came the bullet bra. Bras had come a long way since the turn of the century, and Liz vowed never to speak ill of her modern-era lingerie. But her breasts filled it out well, and when she put on the blouse they pointed as if she were an actress in a Hitchcock film. Then she slipped on the blouse, which (hopefully to Mr. Harpers’ delight) was at bursting point, then the tie. This may well have been the first and only time. She moaned softly into his mouth then pulled her lips from his and gasped when she felt the back of her top unhook "oops! I'll fix that" just as she reached back to clasp it back together, she felt the neck untie and her top pulled free. "Hey! what do you think you're doing mister?" she said, faking madness. "I really like this new suit of yours, I wouldn't want it to get messed up from being in the salty water too long" he said, a smile and a wink later both her top and bottom had been tossed.