. the ... truck?" What truck, Ma'am?" Jerry asked."Sir, I believe she is speaking of the one over in the ditch on the other side of the road. It looks... to be down the road a ways."He looked at me over the bottom of the car and I pointed down the road. "I saw it as we stopped. Up in our truck I could just see the top of it. It's about a couple hundred yards down the road."Jerry asked the EMTs if they needed more help and they said they could handle it with my dad and me. Jerry went up on the. ..her hubby a short, fat bald guy, covered in tattoos and a small cock. We got on the bed next to them, with me above Neil, angling my ass temptingly near to the other man...he was quick to start fingering me....and to his credit, he rolled and flicked my clitty like an expert....his wife had reached over to us and I GOT her to start wanking Neils cock, and I moved his hand to her inner leg to start feeling her up...he was pretty reluctant to do it. I moved over and away from Neil, pushed his. She did this a few times. Then she started to stroke my dick in her palms. Her touch made me mad and her stroking set my body on fire.The soft strokes by her oiled fingers on my dick set my pulse racing, sending me in an entirely new world of pleasure. Gently in a few smooth stokes, she peeled the skin of my dick to the lowest. I moaned in pleasure, “ Ahhh, maami.” What a sensation it was.She smiled and again did the same. I almost screamed. She looked at my face and said, “It’s nothing dear. She couldn't blamehim. She looked back at his closet for a moment before suddenlyspringing on one outfit and removing it from the closet. She held it upfor him to see. "Perfect!" she declared. "I can't imagine you wearinganything better than this."Chad nearly died! She was holding up his most babyish pink sissy dress...the one that left his diapers completely on display - all the time!"No!" he groaned. "Please Mistress, no! Not that! Anything but that! Please! Please Mistress, please!".