Hi ya 'll it 's me Georgeann again. This clip I 'd like to tell you how I met Tex for the first time, a biker who has been a come together friend to my married man and I ever since. It was 1981, Tom and I were living in Ocala, our bicycle shop was doing unspoilt and my first born, my daughter Carol, was just shy of turning one old age old. I 'd finished rebuilding a 1976 superintendent slide, a big tone up from the 1969 sporster I had learned to ride on and had n't been able to put many miles on her. With Christmas carol spending the hebdomad with Tom 's parents, I was at the shop class helping out. The usual crowd was hanging around, Tom and Carl wrenching on motorcycle, Jeff, Yoda and Fritz were hanging around, bullshitting as usual, plus client stopping in and out. It was a very hot July day, so all I had on was a tight Edward D. White boy wife beater tank top that I had tied in a mi under my boobs, a pair of very short daisy duke denim shorts and a yoke of leather sandles. With Tom 's encouragement, I was flirting and flashing my boobs and giving beaver shooter to whoever was occupy, they all were. Tom teased me telling me I was interrupting his and Carls concentration and suggested I go for a ride on my recently finished SuperGlide. Tom said they had to deliver this Panhead they were working on finished before 4pm, so the customer could pick it up and we 'd get paid the $ 7,000 for the custom oeuvre we had done. Back in 1981, that was a lot of money to spend on a Harley you already owned. a lot to the discouragement of the bozo, I ran upstairs to one of the small flat above the shop class where Tom and I kept some apparel and set up for our sexual encounters with people we picked up and did n't want to take home. I left my son married woman beater tankful top on, put on a duet of blue jean dungaree, socks and my leather engineer boots. Even though it was a very hot and muggy day, I took my denim crown with me.

Back down at the shop class, I went over my pride and joy, stuffed my cap in my saddlebag, kissed my other pridefulness and joy and told him I 'd be back in a duo of hr, it was only 11am. I put my helmet on, straddled my Harley, turned the petcock on, turned the iginition key to the on postion, pulled out the choke, then pressed the starter button. My finely tuned 74 inch V-twin roared to aliveness and the biggest vibrator I had ever owned began to wreak it 's trick on my very horny and hungry kitty. I blew a kiss at my husband, then peeled out, a huge grin on my face. I zigzagged towards I-75, turned on it heading northbound and easily throttled up to hurry and entered the traffic of the interstate. A half hour later, being distaff, yeah, I know, I had to pee. I pulled into the Ellisville residual expanse, just south of Lake City, shut down my Harley, locked the forks and took my inflammation key as I listened to the motor ticking from the heat. Walking kinda funny remark, doing my best not to grab at my kitty I made it to the public convenience before I pissed my pants. Oh, there was a wet spot on the crotch of my denim, but not from having to piss. I could n't secernate you how many orgasm I had during that short 70 or so mile ride. I moved the wheel over near one of the picnic tables in the almost vacate rest field, again, shut her down, then sat on top of one of the cementum picnic tables, pulled out my pack of Marlboro 's and lit one. A couple of puffs later, the sky darkened and I began seeing lightning before the auditory sensation of thunder reached my ears. Then the rain began. shite ! ! ! I was more or LE shelthered from the worse of it, all the walkover board were covered by a small cement pole type canopy, but the rain was still blowing in sideways, but I was getting too wet. Then I remembered I had to put the plastic baggie over my carburator or my child would never restart. Cursing, I ran out, immediately got drenched, but got my charge bag open, pulled out the plastic and put it over my air cleaner. I debated if I wanted to expend the time getting even sloshed to go to my former saddle bag and get my dungaree crown, but decided to run for the relation tax shelter of my walkover table. I was soaked. My tank top, my jeans and my iron heel were soaked thru and clinging to me. I had to admit the rainfall did experience trade good, it cooled me off. I could see steam riseing from the asphalt and the bike as the inhuman rainfall cooled off the heat energy of the sun. I giggled looking down at my breast. The tight boy clean wife beater was totally transparent, it clung to my consistence like a arcsecond tegument, leaving zero to the imaginativeness. My 34dd milkers looked massive, my dark, brown tit were totally vertical and every tiny dimple and bump on my aurola 's were defined so that even a blindman could see them. My breasts were filled and rock hard, almost to the full stop of pain, I had n't breast fed Carol since the dark befoe.
The rainwater was blowing more heavily now and the wind was blowing it under my small shelter, keeping me wet, but not as if I was standing out directly in the storm. I looked at my watch, it was barely after twelve noon, but the sky was so sinister, it could bear been midnight. Just the haunt lightning would clear up the area. I smiled, thinking of Tom as I pulled my large number of butt out of the leather pouch he had given me for Christmastide, it kept my coffin nail dry and my null dry. I lit another cig, protected it by cupping it with my hand and returned my cigarettes to thier dry place. I was allso glad it was a new pack, it looked like I would be here a patch.

My oculus wandered over the almost deserted parking lot. The only car were a to the full sized window van with a fellowship realize down the former end of the ease area, parked future to a State police car. On the other side of a narrow grassy field, three tractor drone motortruck were parked. They were n't close to where I had parked my bike, but nonetheless, my idea started imagining being in the sleeper with the driver, sucking and getting fucked by some stranger with a huge shaft till the tempest passed. I 'd done it many meter before, most of the time with Tom waiting out by the child's play tables for me to finish.

I was half way finished with my instant coffin nail, maybe 15 proceedings or less at the rest region when I saw a big guy in leathers pull up on a PanShovel, loaded with sleeping bags and son of a bitch strapped to the sissybar and plow taproom. He took his meter as he pulled up just past my bicycle, killed his engine, then backed it in, rear wheel against the curb, like I had mine. He was a pocket-size whale of a man. Taller then my husband and easily a good # 100 or to a greater extent dog pound then Tom. Full, long melanize beard. He smiled as he approached, asking if he could link up me. I laughed and said sure. `` Dam, I 'll never get use to FL weather !, '' he said with a jolly express joy, like a very young santa before Santa got old and whiteheaded. He took off his helmet, `` Dam, now I do think back why I came to Florida, your beautiful ... no offense little lady, I call them like I see them. I 'm Tex, thats Bree, '' the big man introduced himself, then pointed to his Harley. I looked at him questionally, `` Thats my bike epithet, Bree, short for one-half strain, she ca n't make up one's mind if shes a excavator or a Pan, '' he explianed laughing again like Saint Nicholas. `` Hi, I 'm Georgeann, nice to meet ya and thanks for the compliment.., '' I said, sticking out my handwriting to escape from hands with the colossus. He took my helping hand in his bear claw, but to my surprise, he was very patrician. `` The pleasures all mine, Georgeann ... pardon me a sec ..., '' he said, I noticed him stare at my mammilla, which were still wet and getting wetter, then raise his oculus skyward and I heard him say, '' Hey Lord, listen, I know I was just cussing ya a few minutes ago 'bout this piece of tail rain and shit, Bro, I 'm fuckin sorry man. I should get known ya had ya reasons, I 'd like to tank ya now for this nookie storm, making me pull off here and finding this niggling Angel sitting here ..., '' Tex said, then looked down at me and busted out laughing. His jape was transmittable. I started laughing too, making my boobs jiggle around. I could n't help oneself notice the big man 's eyes were glued to my titty. `` Ya ol'man taking a leak ?, '' he asked. `` Probably, or more likely getting sucked off my some bimbo ... he 's back in Ocala working, I went for a ride and had to bar to piss ... if I would throw know it was going to ramp like this, blaze, I would accept just pissed my blue jean as I was rideing ..., '' I told him laughing. `` Now thats my kinda young woman ! ! Nothing incorrectly with a small piss action at law ..., '' he said. Umm, I wonder if he knew he just hinted about likeing gold shower ? If so, now thats my kinda man ! ! !

I lit another cigarette and offered one to him. He shook his head yes as he took off his soaked leather jacket and his t-shirt, exposeing a huge barrel of a hairy chest. He had man breast, kinda sexy, and big tit too. He wrung out his t-shirt and crown as best as he could and put them under the cinch table where it was a bit dryer, but not much. Then he pulled off his water logged iron heel and socks and did the Saami with them. All he had on was a pair of very grime and oily jeans. He looked sexy. He sat next to me on the table and we chatted a bit. I found out he was in Everglade State looking for body of work since the oil industry was in a slump back in TX, so far he had n't found anything that paid enough for him to live. I found out he did welding and knew how to drive a wrecker. I did n't say anything or offer him a job, I wanted to roll in the hay more about him. I told him I was 17 and the mother of 3, been with my guy for almost 10 days. He could n't consider I was a day older then 14 ! This guy knew how to clear my ego ballon ! ! !

A half minute later, the storm seemed to be getting uncollectible, so I left the lilliputian shelter we had and ran to the toilet facility area and used a pay speech sound to call Tom and enjoin him what was up. He said it was storming there too and offered to do get me in the pick-up truck and prevue, I told him I was ok, I 'd weather the storm. I said if it did n't get anybetter in another distich of hour, I 'd call back and he could come get me. I hung up the telephone set and saw a trucker coming out of the men way, his eyes on my teat. Handsome, tall and lanky, maybe in his late 30 's. I noticed the long bulge forming down his pull up stakes pants leg. I smiled. `` Ya hear anything about the violent storm ?, '' I asked. The trucker told me there was a huge chance event just south of us at mile marking 411 and that the all Frederick North and Dixieland spring was shut down. He said DOT was estimateing at least four hour before they could elucidate the multipe wrecks and unfold the highway again. I thanked him and ran back to Tex. Now I was really soaked. Tex was now openly starring at my tit. fountainhead, me being me just had to ask, `` Well, what do you think ? Not to bad for being a old get married woman and mother ? '' `` Little Darling, I think thier perfective ! ! ! I do n't think I have ever seen boob as perfect as those, '' He said. I looked around, the cop car and the van had disappeared, only one truck was left out in the parking lot. With the highway shut down, no one else would be pulling into the parking lot.

I pulled my wet tank top over my head, freeing my Brobdingnagian milk filled nipple. I could feel them bounceing and swaying with thier freedom. Tex 's heart tried to follow thier motion. I grabbed my titmouse, my paw were small compared to thier size. I grabbed just behind my mammilla, and useing my thumb and forefinger, I began squeezing my nips. Milk River began to flow, then jet in various directions. Tex laughed in his throaty way and said, `` Hold on there Angel, do n't waste it ... ..I mean, can I have a taste ? '' I smiled and said, `` Well Tex, the highways been shut down, that trucker over there just told me it would be various hours before they reopened it ... .so, no traffic, no auto to interupt us ... ... I 'll let you suckle on my pinhead if ya let me suck on your cock. '' Tex said, `` Angel, you drive a hard buy, but you have a deal, '' then he leaned over and gently wrapped a Brobdingnagian, caloused mitt around my lead tit and fastened his mouth on my nipple. I had a immediate orgasm.

Tex switched to my early boob, suckled it, then I pulled him up and began kissing him as I groped his crotch. I tried to unbutton his jeans, he helped. I pulled his prick disembarrass and was plesantly surprised. It was a skilful 9 in, thick, uncut an drock hard. I sat on the Bench, he stood. I attacked that big turncock and made it evaporate down my throat. Tex stood there blocking the view from the highway as I sucked on his hawkshaw. It took several moment, but I got a immense load out of him. His turncock went gentle, he pulled out and said he was going to take a piss. He started to work, I grabbed clasp of his dick, `` Uh, Tex, um, would you listen pissing in my sassing ?, '' I asked. Tex grinned and turned back towards me, his tool was getting hard. I took the head in my mouth and Tex asked if I was set. I knodded with a mouth broad of his dick. Tex let his spend a penny flow. I rapidly swallowed, Tex would turn back the flow till I caught up, then go it again. When he was finished he said, `` Your one limited, far-out bitch, ai n't ya, '' the he bent over and began kissing me. He was feeling up my titss, then his hand cupped my pussy thru my jeans. I oppened my jeans and pulled them down enough for his thick hand got inside and he began finger fucking me. Things happened fast. My jeans were off, Tex laid me back on the mesa, he sat on the bench and began eating my pussy. He was totally into my smooth cunt. He brought me to several coming before I was begging him to screw me. He slid his cock into me and I loved it. His big dick felt beneficial inside me. The storm was still rageing. We never heard the trucker that I passed at the restrooms approach. He was standing there jacking off a cut, 7 incher. Tex noticed him, but never missed a stroke as he fucked me. I motioned for the trucker to let me give suck his turncock. He moved over and I started sucking his dick. Right about then Tex filled my pussy with cum and went soft. He pulled out. I let the teamster cock pop out of my mouthpiece. Tex sat on the terrace. I leaned over sucking his cock, the teamster went behind me and shoved his rooster in me. The trucker did n't survive long, he came, thanked me and went back to his truck. Tex was hard again. I stradled his lap, guided his hammer inside me and rode him on the Bench under the trade protection of the concrete tax shelter. Tex lasted a long prison term. I got off several times. After he came this time, I knelt on the ground and sucked his pecker and clump sporty.
We redressed, sat and smoked a few fag as we talked. I really liked Tex. I told him about my husband, our bike shop class and the wrecker grand. I offered him a job, with fringe benifits. He was hesitant, I told him my husband was going to have sex watching Tex fucking me. `` I got ta ask, is your ol'man bi ? ... fiddling Darling, I love cunt, I much prefer pussycat, but once in a patch ... .., '' he started to say, but I finished it for him, `` you enjoy some man and man ?, '' I asked. `` Yeah, Tom is bi, but thats between us, ok ?, '' I confided in him. The rainwater began to lighten, the storm passing. Tex kissed me, gave my tit another suck, then we dressed, got on the wheel and Tex followed me back to our store. I took the Elisville exit and took hwy 441, the back route back to the shop .