I found out later she was wearing a strapless strap on that was made to look like a real penis. It was eight inches long with realistic veins popping ...out from it and was more impressive than Tom’s dick. She was stroking it as she stared into my eyes and spoke in a voice that was soft and seductive. “My dear girl, if you want me you must first prove yourself.” I stood there in silence and watched her walk slowly to me. She stood only a foot from me and was still stroking her fake penis looking. When I felt his groin mash into mine, when I felt him as deeply into me as I believed he could possibly be, a moan slowly crawled out of my mouth from deep inside my throat and soul. Forget all the times I had been taken and fucked, forget all the times of abuse and use, forget it all; I was being loved, he was giving me his love and devotion and I was wanting it and responding in kind with my own.And, that’s all there was; my mouth opened wide, again, my eyes flashed open and stared into his. He gave me his cell number and said to call when I arrive at the rest area. I agreed with anticipation of fulfilling my exhibitionist tendencies and left St. Louis around 6:30. It was already getting dark.Driving nude is a little more risky for me since I drive a pick-up. Passenger cars cannot see in but all trucks can. I made the trips many times in the evening so at least I have the darkness and slightly tinted windows on my side. It is not that I don't want to be seen, I just don't need to. What a great stomachWe exchanged greetings as we crossed paths most mornings. We eventually added a smile to our greetings.One morning as I was headed back to the house I saw her running towards me. As I drew closer she tripped and fell to the ground. As I slowed I could see her in obvious pain, holding her ankleI leaned my bike against a nearby tree and went to her aid"Are you okay"She kind of smiled but then grimaced again in obvious pain"Not really" Yeah, stupid question"I examined her ankle.
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