I was downing an energy drink to help me stay awake. The energy drink made me have to piss like a race horse. I pulled over at this rest area, to use ...the restroom and grab a snack. When I pulled up there was a middle aged white couple walking their dog. The wife was a hot ass milf; she was built like a brick house. The hubby was on the cubby side going bald, and looked like a wimp. After I came out of the restroom I headed towards the snack machine, I could not figure out what I wanted to snack. She told me not to be stupid and that we were friends and nothing more, As she stood there in a Harley Davidson tee shirt i could see her erect nipples poking at the material making 2 sharp points, my cock was beginning to stir. She pulled back the duvet to get into bed and remarked about me being naked and to behave myself. She kissed me on the cheek and then turned her back to me and curled her knees up towards her stomach pushing her ass out slightly towards me. I drifted off to sleep almost. Often, in heterosexual erotica, what is ignored, or rejected,is the personality of the female character. Often, she is rendered asan object--a sex object--or as a barely human persona. The treatmentthat female (and, sometimes, shemale) characters receives is summed up,visually (and in an exaggerated fashion), by cartoons which purport todepict the "perfect woman."In one such cartoon, she is depicted as two headless and armless pairsof legs and buttocks, complete with a pair of vaginas. While. Even as I looked at Haley, I could almost see her mom, as she was when I bumped into her at the library. Her hair was just like Jacqui’s but she had the bluest eyes when she was born and never lost them. Jacqui said I mudded up the gene pool when she married me and we had Haley, although she kept her African American looks, her nose was slightly more pronounced and her skin wasn’t as dark as her mothers. ‘You had better tell her. Anything I say now, she’ll look on as tainted. Plus there are.