She was wearing a low cut top that revealed her cleavage, and a good view of it. I tried not to look too much, keeping my eyes on the road. I think sh...e noticed me looking, but didn't say anything to let on that she knew I had been looking. After a few hours of driving, it was getting late and I started looking for a truck stop to stop for the night, get some fuel in the truck, dinner, and a shower. I pulled up to the fuel island and fueled up the truck, pulled ahead after fueling and went in to. Jesse had seen one of the two shooters and snapped off a shot in that direction. He was rewarded by the sight of a body falling forward, just the head out of cover. The body did not move any further.A little early to brag, but that was not bad shooting for one used to sighting in and shooting artillery! thought Jesse. Just lucky, I guess.From the other side of the wagons, several shots were heard with shots fired in return from the camp. Hearing a slight sound behind him, Jesse rolled onto his. On awakening, she once again began to ruminate on every aspect of what seeing him meant.Having dated black men in the past she had no problem with that although it was something she could never discuss with her family; bringing a black man into their home was out of the question. Well-meaning and decent her parents harbored strong racist feelings and viewed race-mixing as degenerate, if not downright evil. In her mind that made it all the more alluring. Sensing no harm would come of it and. Rita was grabbed, groped, and rubbed all the way to school. She was still hot with embarrassment and breathing hard when she finally got off the bus.Throughout the school day, Rita thought about her ride to school. Fluster at first Rita began to notice some excitement in it all. She found that she liked those strange hands on her ass. It felt good and she wondered if it would happen again. When the last bell rang, Rita ran to her bus stop. Mixed feeling ran through her body as she moved to her.