Clearly we were expected. We were greeted by a tall, broad-shouldered, heavily made-up woman wearing a skimpy maids’ outfit comprised of a pink sati... dress, pink seemed stockings, white high heeled pumps, and topped by a frilly lace cap perched atop long, cascading red hair. Despite the fact that her breasts were undoubtedly hers, it seemed apparent that she had not been born with them. I knew at once that my hostess had spent at least part of her life as a man. I was instantly excited. We were. I was sitting between her legs stunned. She didn’t do anything for a while. Even I didn’t do anything there was a pitch silence. After 10minutes. She very gently lowered her body and started to sit down. Finally, her pussy was in my mouth. She told only one word after that “lick”. I started licking her.Slowly it was tasty. I was doing this for 30minutes. She was moaning and squeezing her breast. She slowly stood up then I don’t why I automatically sat in a position to lick her pussy and was. ”It was around three pm., which was early for supper, so that made sense.My descent out of the rig this time, went off without a hitch.“You’re getting better,” Marjorie said approvingly.I blushed at her compliment.I retrieved my suitcase, and Marjorie pulled out a small duffle bag.Once inside the truck stop, she went to a special truckers’ desk and paid for the private shower room. She led me down a hallway, with a number of doors on each side. One door near the end was marked with the word. His cheeks were wet with her juices; she could taste herself and she could smell her own musky aroma. They kissed for a few minutes and then Clive drew himself up so that he straddled her chest. He didn’t need to say anything as he squatted over her with his hands on hips. He just looked into her eyes as he thrust his cock out at her. She looked up at the gossamer sheathed monstrosity inches above her head. It was straining even more now and the teat was almost full of precum. Her hands.