We made eye contact and she smiled. I started walking over to her but before I could get there another guy moved up to chat with her. I stopped in my ...racks and watched as this guy, who was really drunk, hit on her. She looked over at me and with a face expression, begged me to save her. I walked over and thanked the guy for keeping my "girlfriend" company while I was in the bathroom. She took my hand and we moved away from the intoxicated suitor.We both laughed and began talking. I didn't have. " No buts, here, Maeve. We are at war and must do everything we can to not only survive, but to win! You know as well as I do, that two women traveling alone catches the eye. You and me, well we catch the eye 'cause I look too young as your husband but as brothers, not so much." Oh, well, if I must," Maeve said dejectedly. She didn't like the idea one little bit. Then she asked, "What else? There must be more?" You bet there's more, a whole lot more! We need to get rid of one of the wagons,. I lower fully down on you….my legs bent at your sides and on my knees…my back is arched and Im grinding on your dick…slowly rocking and circling your hard, hot dick with my pussy…my hands are above me now…flat on the ceiling of the truck and yourre holding me at the waist…shoving me down onto you…working my body all over you…sucking my tits and Im arching back more and licking my lips…soft moans escaping my throat…phewwwww….feels like were one…feels like this must be perfect…feels like nothing. We were talking really dirty in our desi language.She was screaming in pleasure: Chodo mujhe abhi. Chodo mujhe. Jor se. Jor jor se. I am your bitch. Randi hun main tumhari. Kutiya bana lo mujhe apni. Kutiya. Ye gand ab bus tumhari hai. Is par ab bus tum hukumat karoge. Gand ka gondola bana do aaj.I was also abusing her in worst possible language: Saali randi. Maa chodunga teri to main. Randi bana ke khote pe rakhunga apne. Bahut moti gand hai na teri, iss gand ko to aisa phadunga ki baithne ko.