”“It’s pudgy.”“Pardon me.” His index fingers circled my navel. “I love your pudgy stomach.”He advanced his journey and located the hoo...ks of my bra.“You can take it off,” I said.He looked hungry. “I love your breasts.” Once my dark brown nipples were exposed, he latched his warm lips on my left one. “I could suck on these big ole titties for days,” he mumbled. I moaned as his fingers teased my right nipple, which made my vulva ache.His tongue swirled around my puffy areola. “I want to feel. . in before 11 and stay out of her panties chat, we left. Jen smelt amazing and you could tell she was a real sweetie and had been dealt a bad hand after her one night stand. Standing in the pub was the first time I got to really look at her petite very slim body with curves in all the right places. We chatted, giggled and had a few drinks. Jen was clock watching and asked if we could leave once she had finished her 4th G&T. In the car I asked what was wrong as she did not have to be home for. Each time they would leave, she would hug me affectionately, kiss my cheek, and say, “Love ya, Don.” One evening, I told her I was going to make a casino trip, to Atlantic City. I explained that I wasn’t getting any younger, and I needed the company of a woman, one who needed the company of a man…even if I had to pay for sex. Hallie kissed my forehead, told me ‘good luck’, and promised to see me, when I got home. ……………I had taken a shower, slipped a pair of light flannel pajama bottoms on,. On the desolate strip of black top, it took nearly an hour before an Eighteen-wheeler came barreling down the road.I flagged the big truck down, noting the California plates on the rig. It was a moving van with one of those big trucker cabs that doubles as a rolling condo. "What's up buddy?" the driver enquired, staring down from his massive rig."Threw a belt," I replied disgustedly. "Could you give me a ride to the next town?" I hate the idea of hitchhiking, especially with all the freaks.