“Oh, are you a writer?” “Yeah! Not a good one, but I do write a story now and then,” I told her. “Am I disturbing the creative juices?” He...r voice was so sweet. I didn’t have the heart to tell her I was right in the middle of a story. “No, not at all. I will enjoy your company.” “Cool! What kind of stories do you write?” she asked. Most truckers I know are a curious bunch. So, I saw no harm in answering her. “I write stuff you probably wouldn’t want to read.” “Oh, I don’t know about that,” she. Francois looked like a real hick, but a very sexy hick. He stood around five-feet-ten tall and had a well-proportioned body. Francois had recently turned twenty-one and was a real farmer boy. He always looked sloppy and the clothes he wore were generally smeared with earth, grease, or whatever else he encountered during a working day. The jet black hair on his head always looked unkempt and in need of a haircut, and the hair on his face, in sore need of a clipping.Francois was rather crass at. I massaged her feet for a while and kissed her toes one by one. I asked her if she was comfortable, and she was, she was so relaxed. I then asked her if I could remove her panties and bra, I could tell by her eyes that she was ready. Slowly I undid her bra clasp and removed it, what beautiful tits she has, 40DD, I moved my hands to them and slowly massaged them for a while. I then removed her panties and looked at the most awesome pussy I have ever seen. I then carried her to the bedroom and. I mean he had always complimented me on my looks and been liberal with small intimate touches and hugs - yet I never once imagined... !When was the last time my husband, Rob's father, had told me that I was beautiful or had asked me to dress in something sexy and take me out for a night on the town just for the hell of it? Rob had been right, damn it, that his father and I were married in name only, yet how could Rob conjure up the things he spoke to me of only minutes before is just.