Hi ya 'll it 's me Georgeann again. This time I 'd like to order you how I met Tex for the first clip, a biker who has been a finale champion to my husband and I ever since. It was 1981, Tom and I were living in Ocala, our bike shop was doing good and my for the first time born, my daughter Christmas carol, was just shy of turning one eld old. I 'd finished rebuilding a 1976 super sailplaning, a big step up from the 1969 sporster I had learned to ride on and had n't been able to put many miles on her. With carol spending the week with Tom 's parents, I was at the shop helping out. The usual crowd was hanging around, Tom and Carl wrenching on wheel, 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 tight white boys wife beater armored combat vehicle top that I had tied in a knot under my dummy, a yoke of very unretentive daisy duke denim boxershorts and a couplet of leather sandles. With Tom 's encouragement, I was flirting and flashing my boobs and giving beaver guess to whoever was interested, 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 take 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 custom work we had done. book binding in 1981, that was a lot of money to spend on a Harley you already owned. Much to the alarm of the guy wire, I ran upstairs to one of the humble flat above the store where Tom and I kept some clothes and set up for our sexual showdown with people we picked up and did n't want to look at rest home. I left my boys wife beater tank top on, put on a pair of blue jean jeans, sock and my leather engineer rush. Even though it was a very hot and muggy day, I took my denim jacket with me.

vertebral column down at the shop class, I went over my pridefulness and joy, satiate my jacket in my saddlebag, kissed my early 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 coil, then pressed the starting motor button. My finely tuned 74 column inch V-twin roared to life sentence and the cock-a-hoop vibrator I had ever owned began to wreak it 's illusion on my very horny and hungry slit. I blew a buss at my hubby, then peeled out, a vast smile on my face. I zigzagged towards I-75, turned on it heading northward and easily throttled up to speed and entered the traffic of the interstate. A half hour later, being female, yeah, I know, I had to pee. I pulled into the Ellisville rest area, just Confederacy of Lake city, shut down my Harley, locked the forks and took my inflammation key as I listened to the motor ticking from the warmth. Walking kinda funny, doing my expert not to grab at my puss I made it to the restroom before I pissed my drawers. Oh, there was a wet pip on the genital organ of my dungaree, but not from having to piss. I could n't tell you how many climaxes I had during that short circuit 70 or so mile ride. I moved the bicycle over near one of the picnic tables in the almost empty remainder expanse, again, shut her down, then sat on top of one of the cement picnic tabular array, pulled out my pack of Marlboro 's and lit one. A couple of drag later, the sky darkened and I began seeing lightning before the sound of hell dust reached my capitulum. Then the rainwater began. SHIT ! ! ! I was more or less shelthered from the forged of it, all the picnic tables 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 baby would never restart. Cursing, I ran out, immediately got drenched, but got my saddle bag open, pulled out the plastic and put it over my air cleaner. I debated if I wanted to spend the meter getting even soaked to go to my early burden bag and get my denim crown, but decided to run for the relative shelter of my picnic table. I was soaked. My army tank top, my denim and my boots were soaked thru and clinging to me. I had to accommodate the rain did feel well, it cooled me off. I could see steam riseing from the mineral pitch and the bike as the cold rain cooled off the heat of the sun. I giggled looking down at my chest. The tight boy white wife beater was totally see-through, it clung to my soundbox like a secondment skin, leaving zip to the imaging. My 34dd milkers looked monolithic, my wickedness, Robert Brown tit were totally put up and every tiny dimpled chad and swelling on my aurola 's were defined so that even a blindman could see them. My tit were filled and rock hard, almost to the peak 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 storm. I looked at my spotter, it was barely after noon, but the sky was so dark-skinned, it could have been midnight. Just the sponsor lightning would brighten up the area. I smiled, thinking of Tom as I pulled my coterie of cigaret out of the leather sack he had given me for Christmas, it kept my cigarettes dry and my nothing dry. I lit another cig, protected it by cupping it with my hand and returned my cigarettes to thier dry rest home. I was allso beaming it was a new pack, it looked like I would be here a while.

My eyes wandered over the almost deserted parking lot. The exclusively cars were a full sized windowpane van with a family clear down the other end of the rest arena, parked side by side to a United States Department of State Police car. On the other position of a constringe grassy area, three tractor poke truck were parked. They were n't close to where I had parked my wheel, but nonetheless, my mind started imagining being in the wagon-lit with the device driver, sucking and getting fucked by some stranger with a huge dick till the storm passed. I 'd done it many clip before, nearly of the time with Tom waiting out by the picnic tables for me to finish.

I was half way finished with my second cigarette, maybe 15 minutes or less at the rest area when I saw a big guy in leathers pull up on a PanShovel, loaded with quiescency bags and shit strapped to the sissybar and cover bars. He took his time as he pulled up just past my bike, killed his engine, then backed it in, rear rack against the curb, like I had mine. He was a belittled behemoth of a man. Taller then my hubby and easily a good # 100 or to a greater extent Ezra Loomis Pound then Tom. Full, foresightful Shirley Temple beard. He smiled as he approached, asking if he could link me. I laughed and said sure. `` Dam, I 'll never get use to Florida weather !, '' he said with a jolly laugh, like a very young santa before Santa got old and whiteheaded. He took off his helmet, `` Dam, now I do remember why I came to Florida, your beautiful ... no offense little ma'am, 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 bikes name, Bree, short for half breed, she ca n't settle if shes a shovelful or a Pan, '' he explianed laughing again like Santa Claus. `` Hi, I 'm Georgeann, nice to fulfil ya and thanks for the compliment.., '' I said, sticking out my handwriting to agitate hands with the giant. He took my hand in his bear claw, 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 titty, which were still wet and getting wetter, then invoke his heart skyward and I heard him say, '' Hey Lord, listen, I know I was just cussing ya a few second ago 'bout this fucking pelting and shit, Bro, I 'm fuckin sorry man. I should have got known ya had ya reasonableness, I 'd wish to tank ya now for this screwing storm, making me pull off here and finding this trivial backer sitting here ..., '' Tex said, then looked down at me and busted out laughing. His laugh was contagious. I started laughing too, making my boobs joggle around. I could n't help notice the big man 's oculus were glued to my boobs. `` Ya ol'man taking a news 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 pass water ... if I would have sleep with it was going to surprise like this, hell on earth, I would have just pissed my denim as I was rideing ..., '' I told him laughing. `` Now thats my kinda girl ! ! null wrong with a niggling puddle legal action ..., '' he said. Umm, I wonder if he knew he just hinted about likeing lucky exhibitioner ? If so, now thats my kinda man ! ! !

I lit another fag and offered one to him. He shook his headland yes as he took off his smashed leather jacket and his tee shirt, exposeing a vast barrel of a hairy dresser. He had man tit, kinda sexy, and big nipples too. He wrung out his t-shirt and jacket as best as he could and put them under the duck soup table where it was a bit dryer, but not much. Then he pulled off his water logged iron boot and air sock and did the same with them. All he had on was a pair of very marked-up and sebaceous denim. 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 work since the oil industry was in a slump back in Texas, so far he had n't found anything that paid enough for him to exist. 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 know more about him. I told him I was 17 and the mother of 3, been with my guy for almost 10 old age. He could n't believe I was a day older then 14 ! This guy knew how to make my ego ballon ! ! !

A one-half hour later, the violent storm seemed to be getting worse, so I left the footling shelter we had and ran to the wash room area and used a pay phone to forebode Tom and assure him what was up. He said it was storming there too and offered to come get me in the pick-up truck and lagger, I told him I was ok, I 'd weather the storm. I said if it did n't get anybetter in another couple of hours, I 'd call back and he could come get me. I hung up the sound and saw a trucker coming out of the mens room, his eyes on my tits. Handsome, tall and lanky, maybe in his lately 30 's. I noticed the long protuberance forming down his left pants leg. I smiled. `` Ya hear anything about the tempest ?, '' I asked. The trucker told me there was a huge fortuity just south of us at mile marker 411 and that the whole northward and Confederate States saltation was shut down. He said DOT was estimateing at least four hour before they could acquit the multipe wreck and open the highway again. I thanked him and ran back to Tex. Now I was really soaked. Tex was now openly starring at my boob. well, me being me just had to ask, `` Well, what do you recollect ? Not to bad for being a old married woman and mother ? '' `` Little favorite, I think thier perfect tense ! ! ! I do n't think I have ever seen titties as staring 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 huge milk filled tits. I could feel them bounceing and swaying with thier freedom. Tex 's eyes tried to keep up thier motion. I grabbed my mammilla, my hands were pocket-size compared to thier size. I grabbed just behind my nipples, and useing my thumb and index finger, I began squeezing my nips. Milk began to flow, then pip-squeak in several directions. Tex laughed in his throaty way and said, `` Hold on there Angel, do n't waste it ... ..I mean, can I have a preference ? '' I smiled and said, `` wellspring Tex, the highways been shut down, that trucker over there just told me it would be respective hours before they reopened it ... .so, no traffic, no cars to interupt us ... ... I 'll let you wet-nurse on my dumbbell if ya let me suck on your cock. '' Tex said, `` Angel, you drive a heavy steal, but you have a deal, '' then he leaned over and gently wrapped a vast, caloused deal around my odd tit and fastened his mouthpiece on my teat. I had a immediate orgasm.

Tex switched to my other 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 dick free and was plesantly surprised. It was a good 9 inches, thick, uncut an drock hard. I sat on the work bench, he stood. I attacked that big peter and made it disappear down my pharynx. Tex stood there blocking the sight from the main road as I sucked on his prick. It took several minutes, but I got a huge load out of him. His cock went indulgent, he pulled out and said he was going to take a piss. He started to reverse, I grabbed hold of his dick, `` Uh, Tex, um, would you mind pissing in my mouth ?, '' I asked. Tex grinned and turned back towards me, his cock was getting hard. I took the headway in my mouth and Tex asked if I was ready. I knodded with a lip wide of his putz. Tex let his take a leak flow. I rapidly swallowed, Tex would stop the flow cashbox I caught up, then start it again. When he was finished he said, `` Your one especial, way-out beef, ai n't ya, '' the he bent over and began kissing me. He was feeling up my bosom, then his helping hand cupped my purulent thru my jeans. I oppened my blue jean and pulled them down enough for his heavyset hand got inside and he began finger fucking me. Things happened fast. My blue jean were off, Tex laid me back on the mesa, he sat on the Bench and began eating my pussy. He was totally into my smoothen bitch. He brought me to various orgasms before I was begging him to fuck me. He slid his cock into me and I loved it. His big cock felt good inside me. The storm was still rageing. We never heard the teamster that I passed at the restrooms plan of attack. 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 truck driver to let me suck his turncock. He moved over and I started sucking his dick. Right about then Tex filled my pussy with cum and went diffused. He pulled out. I let the truckers cock pop out of my oral cavity. Tex sat on the terrace. I leaned over sucking his stopcock, the trucker went behind me and shoved his cock in me. The trucker did n't last long, he came, thanked me and went back to his motortruck. Tex was hard again. I stradled his lap, guided his cock inside me and turn on him on the Bench under the protection of the concrete shelter. Tex lasted a long meter. I got off several times. After he came this time, I knelt on the ground and sucked his prick and balls plum.
We redressed, sat and smoked a few coffin nail as we talked. I really liked Tex. I told him about my husband, our bike shop and the diversionist yard. I offered him a job, with fringe benifits. He was hesitant, I told him my husband was going to love watching Tex fucking me. `` I got ta ask, is your ol'man bi ? ... Little Darling, I love purulent, I much prefer pussycat, but once in a while ... .., '' 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 up, the violent storm departure. Tex kissed me, gave my breast another suck, then we dressed, got on the bike and Tex followed me back to our shop class. I took the Elisville release and took hwy 441, the spine route back to the shop .