She parked up and found room number 16, the door was unlocked and she went in to see two men aged about 40 on the double bed, cocks already rock hard ...for her, she wasted no time stripping naked and diving onto the first cock, the only thing she said was “Hi i’m your whore for the afternoon” before finding her mouth full of cock.Her head was being pushed down so she gagged, the other guy had moved behind her, and was playing with her wet gash, telling his mate she was dripping wet before. When I stepped out, the cute truck driver was waiting for me.Hi, my name's Jim. Would you care to join me in looking over the Route 66 museum they got here? It's just off that hall to the left here.My name's Jen. Yes, I'd like to see the museum. I'm running that road all the way to L.A.Great, he said as he offered me his arm.He led me around the long hall of exhibits, carefully explaining details about many of them. It was the Dixie Trucker's version of the many Route 66 museums to be found in. “What can I do for you?” she asked with some trepidation.“It’s not so much what you can do for us, but what we can do for you, and your soon-to-be Husband. Owen will be here in a minute when he finishes with his fire. May we come in? We have a lot to talk about with both of you,” I told her. She didn’t know what to say and allowed us to enter the house.“My, the house is a bit chilly this time of year,” I said in the hallway before closing my eyes, whispering the air exchange spell, and drawing. Had cheated as well.We both enjoyed the concert.It reminded me of the concert with Bob Dylan four years before. When he used an electric guitar in the second half, someone shouted ‘Judas’, and a number of people noisily got up and left. I remembered thinking that was weird. Dylan and the group played really loudly in response, which was fun though hard on the ears. All in all a brilliant concert. Tom Paxton suffered no such dissension, he was and is a master writer and performer.Afterwards, she.