What she didnt know is that he was more shocked he had made it THROUGH the wall. He had never been the strongest person. Then he felt Zos hand cross h...is cheek violently and gasped. He stopped himself from reeling on her, screaming at her, she had brought him back to reality. Michael&hellip, Im sorry, are you all right? You werent moving&hellip, I got scared, what the fuck were you thinking punching through a wall?!? He blinked a few times before he looked at her. Im sorry Zo&hellip, I just woke. He ground his pubic bone into her mons, rubbing her clit just right, his balls thudding against her as his muscled ass pounded her with short strokes. This was a feeling she didn’t know she could have, a raw lust had overcome her. His strokes were becoming fervent now, his breaths came in between the loud moans, he was close. She was now being pounded, pummelled, his omnipresent hard-on growing even more so, she could feel him swell, the flared head, the curve, the veins strumming her nerves. “Then we might have to keep it to a coolie,” she replied. When he looked confused, she said with a slight laugh, “That’s a quickie in a snowdrift.”There weren’t any snowdrifts, but it was a cold, almost November evening when Sam had left the truckstop. He started to say something else, but instead gave a huff and said, “Nothing ventured, nothing gained.”He was surprised as he stepped out of the car that the wind didn’t seem to be blowing. Normally, it was always windy on The Dixie Highway,. You spend your time in a paranoid state of mind, looking for people who lie without thinking about it, get caught, and keep on lying until we eventually put them away. You can easily forget about the magic of those seemingly random pauses of unplanned joy in your life. When you get to that point, you're in big trouble. Burned out. Suicidal. Depressed. That's how cops die or slide into a bottle. That's where I was until one of those chance intersections of lives pulled me out; one of those.