"I think that we're both too worried about spoiling what we have. We both know that having sex will certainly take us to a different level and I think... that we're both a little nervous about that. Barb, I know that he loves me and I am sure that I care for him too. I think it's time that we made love, that we go all the way." Honey," Barb stated. "I couldn't agree with you more and I intend to help you achieve that goal. What we need is a plan."The following Wednesday saw Ted Arnold in Atlanta. Kelly had gotten off the Interstate and was headed for a truck stop in San Antonio. I got up, washed, shaved and dressed before she parked at the fuel pumps. I jumped down and filled pink with 94.6 gallons. Megan stood beside me and said, ‘That’s almost seven miles per gallon. A little less than the first leg.’ Kelly walked to us and said, ‘The wind at my back let up at about midnight. We still did Ok.’ Megan went inside and paid for the fuel for both trucks while Kelly and I did safety checks. I looked atmyself in the mirror and lifted the right side of my dress until I couldsee the top of my stockings and my suspender straps.Mr Jones will like an eyeful of this the female part of my brain wassaying. I look so sexy."At least not the fishnets!" pleaded the male part of my brain."No!" chorused my pantyhose and the female part of my brain. "This is ademocracy and you are outvoted, Chris. You no longer get to choose whatI wear."So I picked up a feather duster and my mop and bucket and. As I stared, Samantha's hands were wandering. At first to my bum which she gently stroked. Then to my cock. I immediately hardened, turned on by both the sight I was seeing and by the gentle touch of Samantha at the front of my shorts.As Sally was finishing up I presumed Samantha would move her hand. She didn't. Instead she put her hand inside my shorts and removed my hard cock, grasping it and wanking it hard as she looked down at it.Just as Sally was turning round Samantha then pulled my face.