375 filling up at a Truck stop
375 filling up at a Truck stop It was a dark winters night of overcast clouds and threatening rain, Helen, glanced at Dave sat concentrating behind the wheel of the old estate car, driving as usual with that consummate ease of someone who had held a licence forever. A smile flickering round his face, as he drove, he knew where and what was their purpose once more, and of her need for sex of the basest kind, sex with strangers, men at the most basic sexual level, who would just use her body,...