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“He was kind enough to offer me a ride.” July 23rd, 2021 I broiled in the Texan sun. It was afternoon and I was regretting not staying with that trio of girls I met at the Best Western. I left all three of them with buns in the ovens and each eager to try out for Ms. Bred 2022. Thinking I'd find a ride, soon, I headed southeast from the motel down the highway in my jean skirt and cowboy boots, my t-shirt tied just below my round tits, leaving my tanned stomach exposed. I had my Stetson hat perched on my head. I was adapting to Texas. But as the day wore on, I hardly saw a car, and none of them pulled over to give me a ride. If it wasn't for the oppressive heat and the fact I was quickly running out of bottle water, I wouldn't have been worried. After walking every day for over a month, I was in the best shape of my life. Not even as a cheerleader were my legs so toned, my body so slender. “Come on,” I muttered as I heard the approach of the vehicle. I turned around, my thumb stuck out as I walked backwards down the indian gravel shoulder. On either side of me were sere fields of golden grass dotted with lethargic cattle. “Please, stop.” The road was straight, the land flat. I could see the car coming for miles, sun reflecting off the glass. It felt like an eternity for it to reach me. An eternity broiling in the sun. Sweat soaked my shirt, molding to my round breasts. More trickles ran down my spine and poured off my forehead. A faded-blue, beat-up truck pulled up. One of those big Ford ones that in the city I'd say the guy was overcompensating but out here... This truck looked like it worked every day since the driver bought it. Jubilation surged through me as it slowed. I didn't even care that it had a big sticker on the passenger door that read, “Ask me about my Lord and Savior” nor the bible verses plastered on the bumper. Right now, I could listen to all manner of lectures about my soul if it meant getting in an air conditioned cab. The pickup truck stopped. The passenger window rolled down. An older man with wings of gray streaking through his short hair peered at me. He had a ruddy face, tanned to leather by working in the sun. He wore a plaid shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his shoulders, his arms hairy and tan. He peered at me past a bold nose. “Need a ride, little lady?” he asked in that polite, Texas droll. “Hell yeah,” I said. He grinned. "I had no idea hypnosis could feel that good! That huge futa-dick reamed my cunt and drove to the hilt in me. Pleasure shot to the tip of my girl-cock as Isadora's thrust slammed me home into my mother's pussy. Her pussy was cooling and tight and even though she had urinated on herself; it was very uncomfortable trying to force his big dick inside her tight hole. “Jane!” I groaned. So I really didn’t know any more than I did before. Since everyone there loved lasagna, she ordered takeout from one of the best Italian restaurants in town. She's going to love you, and so am I.” I called Sharon to send Jill over to me. A few minutes passed before Jill showed up. “Grace is right however that you should go on a Pokemorph journey.” She was going to tell him that I am passed out from drinking too much. “Yeah, that was... more effective than I thought it would be,” Brian admitted, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Philip, I don’t have anywhere I know I can go.” she becomes quieter as the words come out. She could taste excrement, she didn’t care. I want to be bred.” Then she felt a hot breeze. I closed my eyes and pressed harder. When he could feel the saliva and precum building he pulled his cock out of her mouth pulling a thick string of sticky spit behind it almost like a long string of indian pizza cheese. “Damn,” he said to himself “this is not helping.” Thinking about Leila and the way his young sister-in-law had been making her feelings clear for him recently did nothing at all to reduce the size of his erection. She always seemed happy with her choice of life. It took almost a minute for her to stop twitching and only then did he withdraw his now soaked hand. How does her ass taste on my dick?” A generous, though not excessive, bosom sprang into view as she pulled her t-shirt up over her head. “I have my own website where I model sexy clothes and I do naked modeling.” Haylee blurted making me gasp a little. I gently pushed her leg up. After a minute she begins to subtly push and pull her pussy and ass away from him. “And his wife is helping me draft some things.