I can’t tell you how many men I’ve fucked in that time, but I’m away from him. Every now and then I call a friend and she gives me the low-down ...on everything since my last call. Seems the mighty sheriff has had his hand in the till and the state cops are all over him. With luck he might get himself arrested. My last big ride was with a long-haul trucker—a nice guy who didn’t even try to get his way with me. He fed me and let me sleep in his cab for three days, but he reached the end of the line. I really had nothing to complain about; after all, I had a vehicle in the evenings. The pickup had a bench seat, including a seatbelt in the center, so Jenny could ride next to me, and using the belts didn't stop us from a little cuddling while driving. It wasn't a romantic vehicle, nor was it hot looking, but it got us where we needed to go. One advantage, if you've ever dated in a bench seat pickup, you know that they are wide. That seat gave us plenty of room for a little fun at the end of a. I smiled to the old man and he met me half way."Let me look at you," he said holding my shoulders at arm's length. "You are quite lovely, child." I wanted to roll my eyes but then that wouldn't be good for business. Being this close I could see his man boobs sagging under his dingy shirt. He hugged me, gropingmy ass as he pulled me closer. "Come, let's get to know each other."For the next ten minutes we sat on the bed and talked. He told me about his wife who died three years ago after being. I ensured that the window is properly curtained and then slowly opened the button of my tight blue jeans. The zip of jeans was down with a quick sound and I came out of it. I saw myself in mirror again, beautiful sexy thighs, fair toned legs, and white, soft, and silky underwear.Suddenly there was knock on the door. I quickly wrapped a white towel over my legs till my knees and opened the door. Rahul was standing on the door, he was in office suit and looked disturbed. I asked him to come in..