Now that’s real coffee. I couldn’t go a morning without a cup of coffee, I tell you. I could drink a double-espresso right now and sleep like a ba...by all night long. It wouldn’t bother me at all. I just like coffee. It’s not like an addiction or anything. It doesn’t really affect me. But a day is so empty without it. I know everyplace that serves free coffee. When you’re out on the open road, you look for those rest stops where the local Kiwanis are serving coffee to keep drivers awake. If you. About 45 years old, he's mostly bald other than a horseshoe of hair around the sides and back of his head and has glasses. He's dorky but means well and I figure shooting the shit for a while can't hurt. We go back and forth before I realize an hour has passed and suddenly the conversation takes a turn. "So you fuck any good pussy recently?" Shocked, I asked him to repeat himself. "You fuck any cuties lately? C'mon we're just hanging out you don't have to answer if you don't want to!"Maybe it. Ich ging in meine Kabine und erschrak. Aus meinen Jeans ist ein langer weiter Rock geworden, mein Hemd ist jetzt eine lange weite Bluse, meine Socken liegen jetzt als Strumpfhose f?r Schwangere da, meine Boxershorts sind Langbeinschl?pfer geworden, mein Shirt ein gro?er BH, meine Turnschuhe braune einfache halbhohe Damenstiefel und anstelle meiner sch?nen Lederjacke h?ngt nun so ein muslimischer langer weiter Mantel in beige. Was ist denn das? Auf der Bank liegen noch ein Haarband, drei T?cher. I went to refill his glass and grab myself a beer and when I returned he had put the clip board down and was sitting back with legs spread (as men do) smiling. I could see by the way he was sitting that I wasn’t the only one in the room with a boner, he had a nice bulge going on.As I handed him the glass her looked up at me, “Sir, may I ask why you even wear those shorts, they hardly cover anything?” he asked with a giggle and to some degree he had a point, “To be honest Gary, I don’t know.