We got into the car and he started it up and drove down the road. While he was driving he asked me whether I had ever had any sexual encounter with an...ther man before? I nervously replied that i Had`nt much sexual experience at all.He stopped at a roadhouse and asked me what I felt like eating? I said that i would like a dagwood. He ordered me one and while we were waiting for them to prepare it, he suddenly pulled closer to him and started french kissing me. I do not know why but suddenly my. We were definitely not over-dressed for the occasion as we both were wearing jeans and tee shirts, so I was sure I'd feel comfortable there. I asked him what this place was and he told me it was just some bar a way’s from home and thought I might be able to find my fantasy here. He told me to go in first and sit at the bar. He would come in a moment later and sit somewhere else and just watch me. I really started getting wet just at the thought of picking up some buff country guy as my husband. They kissed passionately as he stroked down into her. She started grunting and humping up to meet his strokes. He felt his head slamming against the gristle at the very back of her pussy. His head felt as if it was curving and going into another portion of her pussy. Each time his head bounced against the gristle, her body convulsed. She bit his tongue as he sped up his thrusts to see if he could get one long convulsion. He got it as she came a second time right there on the stairway. Her. To her horror, they were all wet and sticky.“Ooooohh…. God, is that cum,” she groaned aloud. Then Sandra realized the stuff was fresh…. it hadn’t had time to dry yet. “Uuuhh… aaahh, God…. No!” she moaned, letting the panties fall to the carpet.Then, she heard a croaking laugh behind her, and whirled around to see John standing in her closet doorway. His powerfully muscled arms were folded across his brawny chest, which was bare. He was wearing only a pair of boxer briefs, and they bulged out.