More importantly ... Every time we made eye contact, she lit up like a child on Christmas morning. My initial thought was that she was the antithesis ...of Desdemona, my Russian, short-term, girlfriend. Everything that you noticed about Desdemona, was opposite with this Barbara. Where Desi was honey colored, with sultry, dark, flashing eyes, the women in front of me was fair, with bright, blue, eyes full of fun and merriment. Where Desi was slender to the point of skinny, I was looking at a woman. ‘Oh GOD! OH GOD!’ I hollered out and shot streams of cum up into her steaming cunt. I filled her good and she kept moving up and down and the cum was oozing out of her and onto my cock. It was a very sticky mess. She stayed on top of me. I wanted her to get off but she wouldn’t. I watched her stir the cum around her hairy muff. Then she moved off and began licking the cum off of me. It was rather erotic to see her eating the cum. She went down on me causing me to rejuvenate. I felt very weird.. “Hello, Sam,” said Owen. “And this must be Lana? I’m Owen Cord.”“Nice to meet you, sir,” she said. The man smiled.“Shall we?” he said, indicating that we should go inside.Dinner was good, well, okay very good. They had a cook, a Filipino guy who really knew how to put food together. That they were putting on the dog for us did not impress me. I saw it as rubbing our nose in their prosperity as opposed to our poverty. But, okay, sour grapes or not, I didn’t much care for the show. I would have. She struggled with it, fighting the obstinate, bullheaded machine for stealing her solace. She knew, even though there were hundreds of miles to go, she knew it wouldn’t be budged from its goal.There was almost trouble at a truck stop after she fueled up and ate. Two men followed her out of the restaurant, pacing behind her through the dark lot as she walked to her rig. They were trying to be stealthy. As if she couldn’t notice. As if every movement of everything, everyone, didn’t constantly.