(Copyright 2001. All rights reserved).
All events and characters are fictitious.
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"So Paul pulled my sister and the other Reporter from the burning farmhouse at about the time I was shot. Jenny drew the two brothers away from the farmhouse then Paul went and rescued her. He killed one of the brothers but the other got away."
Howie dropped back from the truck between them and the bus to check which way it was going at the next junction. They seemed to have been driving forever. He had tried to contact Dave but either his mobile was switched off or his battery was flat. They had discussed what to do as they had driven slowly along waiting for the bus to overtake them, which it had done, before they reached the German border. They didn't see Dave and Marianne pass them but the traffic was heavy at times and they could have easily passed, masked by the heavy trucks as they overtook them.
"You've known them a long time?" Taylor asked.
"Before I was married and my wife even longer." Howie said with real affection in his voice. "She went to school in England with Jenny."
"I didn't realise they were so fucking cool." Laurie said.
Listening to Howie tell of some of the adventures of Paul and Jenny caused her to think back to the previous summer. Kneeling on his hotel bed whilst Paul took her in her anus. She'd had plenty bigger cocks but he did set a good rhythm.
Then there was the second time when she spent the night in his bed with her sister Michelle. Her sister riding his cock until she had come then positioning her on her hands and knees and, after lubeing it, guiding his cock into her ass. She remembered how Michelle had wormed her way beneath her body presenting her pussy to her mouth whilst licking and sucking on her own clit. She'd loved that. To be fucked up the ass while a woman licked her clit. She had been in heaven. It had been a pity they all had to come and then Michelle wanted Paul to fuck her again. Both Paul and Michelle had both gone down on her in the night and Paul had fucked her pussy in the morning before she left but it hadn't been as good as the first fuck that night.
Paul had been back on a number of occasions but he'd never had her again. She'd made it clear to Michelle that she was more than willing but she got the feeling Michelle wanted him for herself. Well, she had one over on her. She'd fucked Paul's son Dave. All right. Michelle may have had Jenny and Cleo already but there would be time for her to have them as well.
She smiled to herself. How she loved her sister. The number of times they been together whilst making love to men. Then the times they'd fucked each other. Just a show to start with to turn the men on, then meaning more.
She looked across at Taylor and Amanda. They were on her wavelength. They both loved cock but also loved pussy. She was a very lucky girl she thought. And, if the plan she was beginning to hatch in her mind came true, she and they were going to be fucked by two American millionaires before too much longer.
"Are there any more stories about them?" Amanda asked. "I want to meet them the next time they are in the States."
"I was born in the back of a seaplane that Paul was flying away from some smugglers in the Caribbean." Harvey joined in.
"Tell us about it, please." Taylor was almost jumping up and down in her seat.
"Well. Okay." Harvey replied. "This is how it was told to me. Mom and Dad were getting married on Jamaica."
Howie concentrated on the road ahead. He'd been in the story and if his part had been embellished and the parts where he had had the two Jewish girls left out, well, what the hell. It was a good story.
The bus was indicating to turn off at the next service station. He dropped back even further and indicated in turn. The bus was heading straight for the fuel pumps he followed then pulled into the pump furthest away and began filling his own tank. The girls and Harvey all climbed out to stretch their legs then made their way towards the main building.
"Comfort break." Harvey called back over his shoulder.
He had linked arms with Laurie and Taylor leaving Amanda to walk alone behind him. She looked back at Howie.
"We'll get some coffee's." She called.
"Black for me." Howie called back.
He watched Amanda's ass cheeks as she hurried to catch up with the others. She had a nice ass. In fact they all did. He smiled, wishing he were his son's age again. He couldn't complain really, he'd had his share of women. His only regret was that he had never had Jenny. He'd almost got his cock inside her ass once when they were on a Caribbean Cruise together shortly after they had first met but Paul had knocked him away. That Paul. They were a perfect match. Something always seemed to be happening around them and now, it seems it was their children's turn.
He replaced the petrol pump and went to the kiosk to pay. One of the men from the bus was standing in the queue in front of him. He was tall and blond. A good looking man, almost pretty. He paid in cash. Then it was Howie's turn. He handed over his credit card and watched the blond-haired man leave and climb back into the bus. Howie signed his chit and hurried outside. He needed the toilet himself. He climbed behind the wheel of the car and drove to the main building. Climbing out, he made his way inside as the others were coming out weighed down with, drinks, burgers, hot dogs and plates of fries from the fast food outlet.
"Here." He said, passing the keys to Harvey. "It's your turn to drive. I'll be back in a minute."
When Howie returned Harvey was behind the wheel of the car with Taylor in the front passenger seat. A rear door was open to the back. Howie looked inside. Laurie and Amanda were seated at either end of the bench seat with a space, obviously reserved for him, between them. He hesitated.
"I have your coffee." Amanda said from the far side of the car seat.
