Julia could feel her panties getting damp already.She sauntered up to the first rig, a 1989 GMC sleeper cab with a box trailer. Julia had gotten prett... good at picking out possible clients by the look of their rigs. This truck was shut down and the engine was cold. The lights were out–this driver was more than likely asleep so there was no point in trying this truck. She moved on to the next one, a newer 2007 Kenworth with a huge sleeper! This one looked like it would be fun! And the rig was. I was wearing bermuda only. I opened the gate and saw the neighbour has come and was asking me about the landlord. She saw me in the situation as my penis was in growing stage and she had a look over my bermuda. I told her about the landlords and was about to say her bye, she asked me suddenly that she need some water. I allowed her to come in and asked her to sit on sofa. I went to kitchen and given water. She was watching on me carefully. We start talking generally about family and all. She. Somehow, my formerly beautiful wife has managed to face me. I can see the ropes of adulterous sperm on her face and in her hair, and her mouth drools with yet more spent liquid manhood. She says, softly, ‘you bastard, you killed me.’ Then I snap awake. * * * * * * * My name is David Yeason. That’s pronounced ‘Dah-VEED.’ I’m fairly tall, medium build, not real athletic, sandy hair and green eyes. I have a M.S. in cryogenic physics (that means real cold stuff, like in liquid oxygen). I’m nothing. She'd gladly done what he'd demanded and when Brenda sucked Ed's cock to orgasm, he'd given her some stern words and threatened her with worse next time if she didn't straighten up. She had no intentions of doing anything but egging him on to fuck her the next time.When Brenda had finished sucking Ed's cock off that first time, he had turned her on so much that as soon as he'd finished with her, he sent her on her way and she'd gone straight to the girl's room, slid her hand down inside her.