it is true that real active people do not run the streets, I was a little lacking in recent times and decided, as I had a little time in front of me, to stop at the rest areas between the mans and Caen. (I had an appointment in Caen at the end of the morning). I had made several stops without success and I was heading towards Caen a little disappointed, there was only one area left, soûlangy I think. I stop there without convictions, not a cat, just a truck driver who passes the bellows. I parked far enough away from the toilets and on my way there I pass the truck, the driver looks at me without more and continues to pass his bellows. When I come back from the toilet, the curtain of the truck is partly closed, I approach my car from where I can see the interior of the cabin, I see the driver who looks at me and beckons me, I wait a little bit to be sure and there I see him jerking off standing so that I can see, so I decide to go. I come in, barely hello and I lend him my hand to the basket and start sucking it, his cock is neither small nor big but very pleasant. All of a sudden, he straightens me up and asks me to get naked. I do it right away, he lies down on the bunk and asks me to pump him thoroughly, he starts to finger me, a hand of their fingers. He pulls me by the ...

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