I pulled over into an empty lot near the truck stop parking area. Making sure there were no prying eyes watching me, I followed him over to his truck ...and he opened the door to help me in, as any gentleman would, cupping my ass as he helped me up into the cab. He wasted no time dropping his jeans and I was on him like rabid whore choking down as much of his cock as I could muster. Calling him 'hung' was an understatement. This fucker was a walking cock-o-saurus. I fondled his beautiful hairless. They kept good formation, and made an impressive sight as they entered through the main gate. The townsfolk were nervous and anxious, that much was obvious from their faces. They were met by a delegation of local worthies. One of the men, an older man with straggly greying hair stepped forward. Donald called the column to a halt.“My name is Demitris. I welcome you to Balham’s Holm.”“I am Sir Donald. This is my wife, Lady Isabella. Tell me, who now controls this town?”The man took a deep breath,. Al was like a fluent motion, as he gracefully flowed through the forest like a coyote running to catch its prey. Al kept this pace going, occasionally he looked back at Ayden, but he only saw the newbie kept his end. Every now and again Al would stop, make a fist for Ayden to signal: hold. Al would then check his NAV, take a cursory look around, and motion back to Ayden to continue with pace. After fifteen minutes Al stopped for a breath. He motioned his hands for Ayden to get close, Ayden did.. You rub the spot and wait a minute. You need to make sure I don't cum. Then you smack my ass again. Each smack is harder, and you rub it afterwards, skimming my pussy lips with your fingers, sliding in to my wet pussy a little more with each pass. Suddenly you start fingering me hard, you want me to cum. “Baby, stop!” I beg, “I’m going to cum!” You stop abruptly. I whimper, “Baby don't stop.” You come over to my ear as your fingers grab my nipple. You pinch and twist the pink nub as you.