"She seemed to be the only girl… and there were four men…"

"I wouldn't know!" He dismissed the subject. "Who can tell the difference… with their long hair?"

"The difference… is the shape…"

Stan was listening to the truck's motor. It was running even more roughly, as it labored up the long grade.

"I hope we can make it to that little town, now!" he grunted. "We've got to get this damned thing running better!"

***

Settling down into his sleeping bag, luxuriously, and scratching his long, lean and muscular flanks, Mickey Blackum was thoughtful. He was thinking about that luscious blonde he had first spotted in the service station, yesterday. She was waiting around there while something was being fixed on their camper… of course, she was straight, and her husband was a typical eight-to-five establishment type, full of apple pie, mother and patriotism crap. Christ I can spot those mothahs a mile away!

… But, that woman of his…! Man… the way she was flipping her ass around in those tight hot pants… and those tits that wouldn't stop! She was something else! Damn, I'd like to get into a mama like that… for some plain and fancy fucking!

Down between his legs, his scrotum tightened up and began to lift his balls, crawlingly, up tight to his crotch; at the same time, the shaft of his cock was flooded with hot blood. It began to throb to full erection, and his hand went down to grasp the growing massiveness of it. He conceded to himself that the little blonde bitch wasn't available to him, so he'd just have to make do with what was handy… and what was always there, of course, was Terry. She was there… any time he wanted a piece of ass… And, she'd better be here!

***

One unbreakable rule was that his mama, Terry McCauley, had to be around… whenever he wanted her… for whatever reason…! And, Mickey wanted her, now!