Hi ya 'll it 's me Georgeann again. This clip I 'd like to tell you how I met Tex for the commencement time, a biker who has been a close friend to my husband and I ever since. It was 1981, Tom and I were living in Ocala, our bike shop was doing commodity and my number 1 born, my girl carol, was just shy of turning one years old. I 'd finished rebuilding a 1976 super glide, a big step up from the 1969 sporster I had learned to twit on and had n't been able to put many miles on her. With Carol spending the hebdomad with Tom 's parents, I was at the shop helping out. The usual gang was hanging around, Tom and Carl wrenching on bicycle, Jeff, Yoda and Fritz were hanging around, bullshitting as usual, plus customers stopping in and out. It was a very hot July day, so all I had on was a stiff snowy boys wife beater tank top that I had tied in a knot under my boobs, a pair of very poor daisy duke blue jean trunks and a couplet of leather sandles. With Tom 's encouragement, I was flirting and flashing my dumbbell and giving beaver shots to whoever was interested, they all were. Tom teased me telling me I was interrupting his and Carls denseness and suggested I go for a ride on my recently finished SuperGlide. Tom said they had to have this Panhead they were working on finished before 4pm, so the client could pick it up and we 'd get paid the $ 7,000 for the impost work we had done. Back in 1981, that was a lot of money to expend on a Harley you already owned. Much to the dismay of the cat, I ran upstairs to one of the pocket-sized apartments above the shop where Tom and I kept some apparel and set up for our sexual skirmish with multitude we picked up and did n't want to take household. I left my boys wife beater tank top on, put on a pair of denim jeans, wind sleeve and my leather engineer rush. Even though it was a very hot and sticky day, I took my dungaree jacket crown with me.

Back down at the shop, I went over my pride and joy, stuffed my jacket in my saddlebag, kissed my former pride and joy and told him I 'd be back in a couple of 60 minutes, 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 column inch V-twin roared to life and the magnanimous vibrator I had ever owned began to work it 's sorcerous on my very hornlike and hungry twat. I blew a kiss at my husband, then peeled out, a huge smile on my aspect. I zigzagged towards I-75, turned on it heading northbound and easily throttled up to speed and entered the traffic of the interstate highway. A half 60 minutes later, being female, yeah, I know, I had to pee. I pulled into the Ellisville relaxation area, just South of Lake urban center, shut down my Harley, locked the branching and took my ignition system key as I listened to the motor ticking from the heat energy. Walking kinda funny, doing my easily not to grab at my pussy I made it to the restroom before I pissed my pants. Oh, there was a wet spot on the fork of my jeans, but not from having to spend a penny. I could n't tell you how many climaxes I had during that short 70 or so stat mi ride. I moved the bike over near one of the picnic mesa in the almost empty rest expanse, again, shut her down, then sat on top of one of the cementum child's play table, pulled out my inner circle of Marlboro 's and lit one. A couplet of puffs later, the sky darkened and I began seeing lightning before the audio of smack reached my pinna. Then the rain began. dickhead ! ! ! I was more or less shelthered from the speculative of it, all the piece of cake tables were covered by a small cement terminal case 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 baby would never resume. Cursing, I ran out, immediately got drenched, but got my saddle bag open air, pulled out the charge card and put it over my air dry cleaner. I debated if I wanted to drop the time getting even cockeyed to go to my other saddle bag and get my denim jacket, but decided to run for the relative protection of my piece of cake table. I was soaked. My tank top, my jeans and my boots were soaked thru and clinging to me. I had to accept the rain did feel estimable, it cooled me off. I could see steam clean riseing from the mineral pitch and the bike as the cold rainwater cooled off the heat of the sun. I giggled looking down at my chest. The tight boys white wife beater was totally filmy, it clung to my body like a second hide, leaving cypher to the vision. My 34dd milkers looked massive, my shadow, brown pap were totally upright and every tiny dimpled chad 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 compass point of hurting, I had n't breast fed Carol since the night befoe.
The rain 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 tempest. I looked at my vigil, it was barely after noon, but the sky was so dark, it could have been midnight. Just the shop lightning would brighten up the area. I smiled, thinking of Tom as I pulled my pack of coffin nail out of the leather pouch he had given me for Xmas, it kept my cigarettes dry and my cypher dry. I lit another cig, protected it by cupping it with my hand and returned my coffin nail to thier dry home. I was allso glad it was a new pack, it looked like I would be here a while.

My optic wandered over the almost deserted parking lot. The only cars were a full sized window van with a fellowship brighten down the former end of the relaxation sphere, parked adjacent to a State law car. On the other side of a narrow grassy area, three tractor prevue trucks were parked. They were n't close to where I had parked my wheel, but nonetheless, my mind started imagining being in the crosstie with the number one wood, sucking and getting fucked by some stranger with a huge cock till the violent storm passed. I 'd done it many times before, about of the clock time with Tom waiting out by the picnic tables for me to finish.

I was half way finished with my mo cigarette, maybe 15 minutes or LE at the rest area when I saw a big guy in leathers pull up on a PanShovel, loaded with sleeping bags and mother fucker strapped to the sissybar and manage Browning automatic rifle. He took his time 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 modest heavyweight of a man. Taller then my husband and easily a good # 100 or more pounds then Tom. full, long black whiskers. He smiled as he approached, asking if he could link me. I laughed and said certainly. `` Dam, I 'll never get use to Florida weather !, '' he said with a jolly laugh, like a very Thomas Young Santa Claus before Santa got old and whiteheaded. He took off his helmet, `` Dam, now I do recollect why I came to Florida, your beautiful ... no offensive slight 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 cycle name, Bree, short for half stock, she ca n't decide if shes a Shovel or a Pan, '' he explianed laughing again like Santa. `` Hi, I 'm Georgeann, nice to play ya and thanks for the compliment.., '' I said, sticking out my hand to shake hands with the whale. He took my hand in his bear chela, but to my surprise, he was very gentle. `` The pleasures all mine, Georgeann ... pardon me a sec ..., '' he said, I noticed him stare at my pap, which were still wet and getting wetter, then conjure his eyes skyward and I heard him say, '' Hey Lord, listen, I know I was just cussing ya a few moment ago 'bout this fucking rain and shit, Bro, I 'm fuckin sorry man. I should make known ya had ya reasons, I 'd like to tank ya now for this shtup violent storm, making me pull off here and finding this fiddling Angel sitting here ..., '' Tex said, then looked down at me and busted out laughing. His jest was contagious. I started laughing too, making my boobs joggle around. I could n't help notice the big man 's heart were glued to my booby. `` 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 stop to take a leak ... if I would have know it was going to storm like this, hell, I would have just pissed my jeans as I was rideing ..., '' I told him laughing. `` Now thats my kinda girl ! ! nothing wrong with a little weewee action ..., '' he said. Umm, I wonder if he knew he just hinted about likeing golden showers ? If so, now thats my kinda man ! ! !

I lit another fag and offered one to him. He shook his read/write head yes as he took off his crocked leather jacket and his t-shirt, exposeing a huge barrel of a hairy pectus. He had man boobs, kinda sexy, and big mammilla too. He wrung out his t-shirt and jacket as best as he could and put them under the picnic table where it was a bit drier, but not much. Then he pulled off his piddle logged the boot and socks and did the Sami with them. All he had on was a pair of very contaminating and oily blue jean. He looked sexy. He sat succeeding to me on the table and we chatted a bit. I found out he was in Florida looking for piece of work since the oil industry was in a falloff back in Texas, so far he had n't found anything that paid enough for him to endure. I found out he did welding and sleep together how to get a wrecker. I did n't say anything or offer him a job, I wanted to have intercourse to a greater extent about him. I told him I was 17 and the female parent of 3, been with my guy for almost 10 yr. He could n't believe I was a day older then 14 ! This guy knew how to make my ego ballon ! ! !

A half hour later, the tempest seemed to be getting unfit, so I left the trivial tax shelter we had and ran to the restroom area and used a pay earphone to call Tom and tell him what was up. He said it was storming there too and offered to come get me in the pick-up hand truck and trailer, I told him I was ok, I 'd brave out the storm. I said if it did n't get anybetter in another duet of 60 minutes, I 'd anticipate back and he could come get me. I hung up the phone and saw a truck driver coming out of the work force elbow room, his heart on my tits. Handsome, tall and lanky, maybe in his later 30 's. I noticed the long bulge forming down his allow pants leg. I smiled. `` Ya hear anything about the storm ?, '' I asked. The trucker told me there was a huge chance event just south of us at air mile marker 411 and that the whole magnetic north and due south bound was shut down. He said DOT was estimateing at least four 60 minutes before they could bring in the multipe wrecks and afford the main road again. I thanked him and ran back to Tex. Now I was really soaked. Tex was now openly starring at my tits. Well, me being me just had to ask, `` Well, what do you remember ? Not to bad for being a old married cleaning woman and mother ? '' `` Little Darling, I think thier perfective ! ! ! I do n't think I have ever seen titties as perfect tense as those, '' He said. I looked around, the cop car and the van had disappeared, only one hand truck was left out in the parking lot. With the main road shut down, no one else would be pulling into the parking lot.

I pulled my wet tank top over my head, freeing my huge Milk River filled tits. I could feel them bounceing and swaying with thier exemption. Tex 's eyes tried to adopt thier move. I grabbed my mammilla, my paw were small compared to thier size of it. I grabbed just behind my pap, and useing my thumb and forefinger, I began squeezing my nips. Milk began to flow, then small fry in various centering. Tex laughed in his throaty way and said, `` Hold on there angel, do n't waste it ... ..I mean value, can I have a preference ? '' I smiled and said, `` Well Tex, the main road been shut down, that trucker over there just told me it would be various hours before they reopened it ... .so, no traffic, no automobile to interupt us ... ... I 'll let you suckle on my boobs if ya let me wet-nurse on your cock. '' Tex said, `` backer, you drive a hard bargain, but you have a hatful, '' then he leaned over and gently wrapped a vast, caloused hand around my left field tit and fastened his rima oris on my nipple. I had a contiguous sexual climax.

Tex switched to my other titty, suckled it, then I pulled him up and began kissing him as I groped his private parts. I tried to unbutton his jeans, he helped. I pulled his dick disengage and was plesantly surprised. It was a good 9 inch, thick, uncut an drock hard. I sat on the bench, he stood. I attacked that big cock and made it vanish down my pharynx. Tex stood there blocking the view from the highway as I sucked on his dick. It took respective second, but I got a huge payload out of him. His cock went delicate, he pulled out and said he was going to subscribe a peeing. He started to release, I grabbed clasp of his dick, `` Uh, Tex, um, would you mind pissing in my backtalk ?, '' I asked. Tex grinned and turned back towards me, his cock was getting hard. I took the forefront in my mouth and Tex asked if I was prepare. I knodded with a mouth wide-cut of his pecker. Tex let his puddle flow. I rapidly swallowed, Tex would turn back the rate of flow till I caught up, then start it again. When he was finished he said, `` Your one limited, kinky beef, ai n't ya, '' the he bent over and began kissing me. He was feeling up my titmouse, then his paw cupped my kitty-cat thru my jeans. I oppened my jeans and pulled them down enough for his chummy hand got inside and he began finger fucking me. Things happened fast. My dungaree were off, Tex laid me back on the board, he sat on the Bench and began eating my pussy. He was totally into my smooth cunt. He brought me to several orgasms before I was begging him to fuck me. He slid his cock into me and I loved it. His big prick felt good inside me. The storm was still rageing. We never heard the truck driver that I passed at the restrooms approach. He was standing there jacking off a cut, 7 incher. Tex noticed him, but never missed a CVA as he fucked me. I motioned for the teamster to let me suck his cock. 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 truckers cock pop out of my mouthpiece. Tex sat on the bench. I leaned over sucking his cock, the trucker went behind me and shoved his tool in me. The trucker did n't last-place long, he came, thanked me and went back to his truck. Tex was hard again. I stradled his lap, guided his prick inside me and rally him on the bench under the protective cover of the concrete shelter. Tex lasted a farsighted time. I got off various times. After he came this clock time, I knelt on the ground and sucked his putz and balls clean.
We redressed, sat and smoked a few cigarette as we talked. I really liked Tex. I told him about my hubby, our bike shop class and the saboteur grounds. I offered him a job, with periphery benifits. He was hesitant, I told him my husband was going to lie with watching Tex fucking me. `` I got ta ask, is your ol'man bi ? ... Little pet, I love pussy, I much prefer kitty-cat, but once in a spell ... .., '' 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 rain began to lighten, the storm passing play. Tex kissed me, gave my bosom another suction, then we dressed, got on the bikes and Tex followed me back to our shop. I took the Elisville exit and took hwy 441, the back road back to the shop class .