The car broke down and I called the winch .

It was Saturday of a grueling week at work and college, and as usual, I called my boyfriend to arrange our night (every Saturday night I sleep with him, since it's the only free day for both of us), like where to go, where to have dinner, etc... Except that that Saturday St. Peter presented us with a deluge worthy of a movie about a flood, entitled to various flooding points, collapses, lack of light, and everything else. But I, in my 21 years full of stubbornness, thought that it would not be an obstacle to my main goal: go out with my love, sleep with him and give my butt all night long until the sun shone... So I took that bath, I perfumed myself, put on some really cool clothes, I said goodbye to my mother and left. (despite her insistent appeals to warn me about the rain). Just to make the weather a little better today, I'm 22 years old, 1.80m, 70kg there, green eyes, short dark blonde hair, white skin on the chest, and a smooth ass, well formed and nice body, I liked to camouflage, and I was a little annoyed. Well, sleeping with him and giving my butt all night long until the sun came up... So I took that bath, I put on some perfume, put on some really cool clothes, I said goodbye to my mother and left. (Zanna) I thought it would be safe to get out of the car today, just to get a little bit of the weather, I'm 22 years old, 1.80m tall, 70kg, 70kg, green eyes, short blond hair, white skin on my chest, and a smooth ass, well formed, well shap, well shap, well shap, well-fitted up, well formed, well formed, well formed, nice body, but I'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd'd' And that's what I did. The attendant kindly asked me for some information about the accident site, about the vehicle, and gave me the address of a garage that received vehicles on Saturdays, Sundays, and holidays, and told me that the winch would take about 45 minutes. I warned my boyfriend that our night had probably gone bad, and I explained the problem. He wanted to go there to pick me up, but I no longer had the enthusiasm to go out that night. To make matters worse, the battery of the cell phone, which had already given signs of trouble before, now stopped all at once, leaving me without communication. But it didn't take long and I realized that the winch was coming. It had already been reduced to a heavy rain when the winch came out in front of my car. I went down to the winch, and he reminded me of the unfortunate fact that it had happened on the road: it had been 28 years since his eyes were bright green, and his skin was coarse, brown, or black, and he had left me with a deliciously bad skin condition. He stooped down and looked at the car from underneath. I could see the top of his furry ass (hmmmm, what a hard-on). He said that the gearbox had burst and that it would be necessary to squeeze the car. So he began to raise the platform and put the car on it. Then he opened the door of the truck cabin for me (look at that gentleman!), sat down in his place and headed for the on-call workshop (it was after 11 p.m.). I asked if I could smoke, he said yes and asked me for a cigarette. On the way (it wasn't short), we talked about various subjects until he asked me where I was going and I answered, with the biggest stick in my face: "I was going out with my boyfriend ... with a smile on my face! But he's going to be out in the sunshine!" He smiled a marvelous smile, but I told him I was joking, I said I was joking... Then I said: "I just came to see where the mine is, I don't think it's a joke, or a joke, but I'll be honest with you for a minute". It wasn't meant for me to be here... And I replied: Yes, things don't happen by chance. By this time I noticed that his smile was already going from one ear to the other, the volume in his shorts was already showing a sign of life and he asked me for another cigarette. That's when he concluded: what do you think about us stopping for a little while to talk... I replied: For me it's all right, already imagining what was going to roll. As we were in the vicinity of the CEASA, he stopped the truck on a poorly lit street, put it in my hand and took it on his stick, which latheredly jumped by the sleeve of his shorts, while licking me wet his naked nose and ear, going obscene things to me, such as "I want to fuck your ass" or "I've got my body in my mouth", etc. While I was quietly asking for another cigarette, etc. After that he concluded: It's all right for me, already imagining what was going to roll. Since we were in the vicinity of the CEASA, he parked the truck on a badly lit street, put it in my hand and took it on his stick, which latherily jumped by the sleeve of his shorts, while licking me naked and licking his naked nose and ear, and saying obscene things to me, whil me obscene things like "I want to fuck your ass" or "I'll suck my body", etc. He would still say: drink all my cock, my sweetie, drink that I'm going to give you more. And he wouldn't let me take my mouth off his cock in any way. That's when he lifted me up (his cock was still hard, even after he had enjoyed a bucket in my mouth!), he made me stand on all fours on the bench, he opened my cock with his hand and began to lick it. I confess that no one had ever done that with me, not even my boyfriend. Then he took his stick and went into it. I was already telling him to go slowly, which was very big, and he went into it very slowly, with the mastery of a professional. He would say: I was going to fuck an ass and nobody wanted to fuck me until today. I thought: Puxa, this guy was looking for it?! And he was going into it slowly, slowly, until his head went into a bucket, and he asked me to turn his head in, and he turned my head in, and he started licking it. I confess that no one had ever done that with me, not even my boyfriend. Then he took his stick and he went into it very slowly, with the skill of a professional. He said: I was going to masturbate an ass and nobody wanted to fuck me today. At one point he put me on roast chicken and again sent iron, until I mocked at my chest and he, just for fun, took out his stick and mocked on my belly. Then he opened the window a little, lit a cigarette, and smoked quietly while I cleaned and reassembled myself. Then we went to the workshop, we left my car and then I had the right to a taxi, paid for by my own insurance, but I preferred to return with the face of the winch, who in the middle of the way forced me again to satiate his tara.... And I went, no, I had another way (hehehehe)!!!