For this particular adventure, we were travelling along a motorway with lorries passing by when Chloe decided to lift her top, remove her bra and flas...h her titties at the drivers.Chloe's tits are an amazing, sag but still gorgeous. The drivers were all looking on in amazement at a sexy 40+years-old blonde flashing at them as we drove along. She did this for around ten miles before wedecided to take a break at the service area.I pulled in and parked as close to the lorry park as possible. Chloe. He places her hands on the railing of the balcony and runs his hands up her arms and over her body. He lifts up her dress and eagerly pulls down her panties. His hands run over her bottom and in-between her legs. ‘You are so wet,’ he whispers in her ear. ‘I like to see that. Spread your legs wider. I’ve been waiting since before the plane ride to fuck you.’ His words turn her on and cause her to get excited. She loves his dirty talk and she spreads her legs apart even more. She feels his hand. Most of our time was spent in bed, talking a little, sleeping a lot. It was an endless barrage of get up and go, go, go, kiss each other now and then, hope for a quite Friday or Saturday morning where nothing was planned and try to get some nookie in then. I understood his frustration because I was feeling the same. One after noon, we were in a market place shopping, having some quite time alone, for a change. For some reason, we were shopping where we don’t normally shop, the hard-wear. I had noticed David’s awkwardness around his masculinity, his strange emotional outbursts, and had been thinking that he was probably gay. I looked him strait in the eye, determined to give him the support he needed.“You know you can tell me anything” I said. He squeezed my hand and continued his voice suddenly a soft purr. “I have had these strange feelings my whole life, and I’ve tried to contain them, I’ve tried to make it go away. But finally I have to accept this, I have to accept that.