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If not soaked before the driver turns and says “Did you guys just fuck in my car?” Er. What? No! I tell him. She had a cramp. Shes got some lady issues to deal with. Needs an operation. Sorry about the seat and floor I tell him. Then I run my spare credit card for a hundred dollar tip and fucked hard hand him what cash I have on me. That shut him up with a smile and a hope she’s ok. We collect her bags in two trips. My hard on still raging because while she had two possibly thee climaxes during the short ride. I didn’t get to finish. Hugging me tightly kissing me all over my face and thanking me for the most enjoyable sexual thrill she’s ever had, She feels it. Oh! you didn’t finish. She hurridly pulls her bags in. slams the door and drops to her knees pulling my gland out and swallows it like a skilled sward juggler WARNING! This warning is possibly not needed for this particular story, but I am including it because it is needed for most of my stories. 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This story is copyright (c) 2018 by The Technician. Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of massage this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly asian forbidden. It was 1958. Route 66 was in its glory as the primary route from Chicago to Los Angeles. While still in Illinois, shortly after the road passed through Springfield, just outside the small town of McLean, you passed by what was the premier truck stop of its day, the Dixie Trucker’s Home, usually referred to as “The Dixie Truck Stop.” This nationally-known truck stop was open 24/7, 365 days of the year. The huge sign with the word “Dixie” emblazoned on what looked like pilot’s wings was visible for miles welcoming you in. Truckers and travelers stopped by at all hours for food for their bodies and fuel for their vehicles. After eating, you could go back out on Route 66 or go out the side exit onto Illinois 136, known in the area as “The Dixie Highway.” Route 136 wasn’t part of the national road designated as “The Dixie Highway.” It was so named because you turned onto Route 136 at The Dixie Truck Stop. You could use 136 to get to Havana, Illinois, and connect with Route handjob 24 which took you up river to Peoria and from there on north. It was a little bit longer, but you avoided most of the small towns and could easily go to either Rockford or Chicago or even the Quad Cities. Since Peoria and Rockford were both bustling manufacturing towns in those days, The Dixie Highway was the preferred truck route north for many drivers until Route 66 became four lanes. He stopped and went back to his computer. He was fucking her ass hard now. My hands went under her back and located the bra clips and soon un-clipped it. “Gentlemen, welcome. "I think he has a Ph.D. in cock." From an early age, white girls were indoctrinated in subservience to black men. “That's asian how you make porn,” I told her, giving her a huge grin. Eddie was totally silent during the remainder of supper. I took ahold of her thin fucked hard waist and moved her pussy up and down my dick. She quickly slid from her chair to the floor under the table and crawled to him on her knees. Tell her as soon as she got back, I suppose massage she is probably humping against the roaring vibrator strapped inside her but the effect makes it look like she is taking her pleasure on Dan’s cock in her ass. Would it be wrong for me to compare it to a veal cutlet? After a few minutes of waiting, it was opened by someone who very clearly wasn’t Mrs Kennedy. At Eric's suggestion, she agreed to rest, and rose, Hardcore unsteadily, preparing to leave. “Save some for me,” I said and nudged her on the shoulder. I sat across from him. The rest of the night was uneventful. He joined them shortly but was still too embarrassed to make eye contact until Maggie said, “Daddy wants you to mow the yard and clean out handjob the chicken house when you finish breakfast.” We were open to each other for just a moment, then we both attacked, grinding our blades to break free and strike the exposed body.