When the big guy leaned down, healmost panicked and rolled the window back up. He wasn't what you wouldcall a brave person, partly because of his sma...ll size, but mostly he felteasily afraid. A hidden secret was his tendency to cry like a girl andwet his pants when frightened. In fact, he felt a bit wet from beingstartled."Car trouble?" asked the man, sounding friendly enough."I think it's dead."The big guy was Kyle, a truck driver who had been watching Denny. He'dbeen attracted to Denny. You're going to wait at home while I fuck him."With that she walked away from me. I was upset and disappointed but willing to go home. I wanted to be a part of it, but kind of enjoyed being made to wait. I got home around 11:00pm and tried to sleep but couldn't. I laid in bed hard as a rock thinking about what Heather was doing. She finally came home around 3:30am and crawled into bed with me, her makeup smeared and skin smelling like sweat. She stripped naked, laid spread eagle, and said "Look. She pushed me away, looked around the room and got down from the stool. ‘Excuse me,’ she said and quickly made for the toilet. I sat and waited as I studied her shoes. She returned, sat on her stool and held out her arms. Between her legs, I was soon against her and with arms around each other we eliminated the space between us. We kissed. Against my chest I could feel her breasts, I didn’t care which was real. Her hand moved down between us, I felt her fingers slide down my zip and hunt. The kiss continued to get heated and we got on the floor where her bed was. She immediately undressed me and then, she took her jeans off. She wasn’t wearing any underwear cz (as I said, she was used to being naked around me) and we were going back home after she packed. She was only wearing a slim strap bra that barely contained her huge breasts. There was a stubble of pubic hair that was growing back around her vagina and her thick thighs. (It made me look skinny around her and she was.