To review:

My car broke down on Highway 5 as I was driving north from Los Angeles to Berkley. There was no cell service.  I started to walk back to the rest stop that was somewhere between 10 and 20 miles away.  A farmer picked me up and took me to his home so that I could call the Auto Club.  He is married and has a daughter.

It’s 11 p.m. I go down the hall to the bathroom. I washed my face and return to the bedroom.  I laid down, closed my eyes, and thought about the sex in the hay.  I wished for another session.  The bed was too firm.  Josie is too alluring.  The car broke down.  What will the repair cost? My mind is in a whirl.  I decide to jack off.  Then I hear the bedroom door open.  Josie is suddenly sliding onto the bed.  I reach out and cannot feel any nightgown. “Ahm here to help you sleep.”

In an instant I am on top of her. She says, “Give me a good poke.” For the next 15 minutes I was licking, sucking, and screwing.  Then I fell asleep.

The next thing I heard was a knock at the bedroom door. “It’s Matilda. Ah hope you had a good night’s sleep.  We got breakfast on the table.”

I pulled myself out of bed and quickly dressed.  The morning breakfast was bacon and eggs. I ate alone.  Matilda told me that Joseph and Josie were out doing their chores.

After breakfast I called Barber Honda.  The car would be ready at 3 p.m.

I spent the morning outside wandering around the barn area.  Both Joseph and Josie came into the house for lunch.  At about 2:30 Josie took me into Bakersfield.

Josie said, “Ahm givin you ma phone number.  Every tam you go down Ha-way fave Ah want you to call me.  That way we can have more fun. OK?”

I was looking forward to my trip home for the Thanksgiving week break.

To review:

My car broke down on Highway 5 as I was driving north from Los Angeles to Berkley. There was no cell service.  I started to walk back to the rest stop that was somewhere between 10 and 20 miles away.  A farmer picked me up and took me to his home so that I could call the Auto Club.  He is married and has a daughter.

“Sorry to tell you this. You might have bent valves. The piston that bent the valve probably needs to be replaced, and there could be several pistons involved. It is also possible that the cylinder wall could be damaged.  I could be wrong.”

I responded saying, “Where is the nearest Honda dealer?”

“Ah reckon that would be in Bakersfield.  That’s about 30 miles.  You’ll have to pay for a tow there.”

I said, “OK. Let’s do it.”

Josie chimes in saying, “I’ll take you there.  Ah know the place.  It’s called Barber Honda.”

I turn to the tow truck driver, “We’ll follow you to the dealer.”

Back in the SUV, “You have been too nice to me.  I want to thank you and your parents for all the help you are giving me.”

Josie, “Y-all are a really nice guy.  Ah love helpin other people.  So don’t worry bout it.”

The tow truck driver unhitches the car at the dealer, I pay him with a credit card and turn to the service person at the dealer.  He tells me they will look at the car in the morning and call me with the diagnosis and the repair cost.

Josie listens to this and says, “You need a place to stay.  Y-all can stay at the farm if you lak and I will bring back here when the work is done.”

I called my parents and told them what has happened. To Josie I said, “I appreciate all you have done but I.”  I pause and think to myself, “Wait a minute another roll in the hay with Josie would be great.” I continue saying, “Staying at your farm would be wonderful.  I think you need to call your parents just to be sure it’s OK with them.”

Ten minutes later we are back in Josie’s SUV heading to the farm.

After dinner Joseph turns on the TV and changes the channel to a baseball game.  After the game. Joseph says they all go to bed early because there are chores to do in the morning. “Y-all can sleep in the guest room.”

Josie leads me upstairs and down a hall. The guest room has a queen sized bed and a dresser. “Ah hope this is good for you, Ah know sleeping in a strange bed can be difficult.  Good night.”  Josie starts to walk out but turns around and gives me a big wet kiss. Then leaves closing the door behind her.

It’s 11 p.m. I go down the hall to the bathroom. Wash my face and return to the bedroom.  I laid down closed my eyes and thought about the sex in the hay.  I wished for another session.  The bed was too firm.  Josie is to alluring.  The car broke down.  What will the repair cost? My mind is in a whirl.  I decide to jack off.  Then I hear the bedroom door open.  Josie is suddenly sliding on to the bed.  I reach out and cannot feel any nightgown. “Ahm here to help you sleep.”

In an instant I am on top of her. She says, “Give me a good poke.” For the next 15 minutes I was licking, sucking, and screwing.  It worked.  I fell asleep.

To review:

My car broke down on Highway 5 as I was driving north from Los Angeles to Berkley. There was no cell service.  I started to walk back to the rest stop that was somewhere between 10 and 20 miles away.  A farmer picked me up and took me to his home so that I could call the Auto Club.  He is married and has a daughter.

I then asked how the workers are paid.  Josie responded saying something I did not expect. “Well we have a loyal group that works for Paw but the pay isn’t too good.  I help by givin them a poke or two.”

My response was, “Hu.” Then “What?”  Then after some thought “Oh.”

I remained quiet. After a minute Josie says, “It’s OK. Don’t be shocked. Ah lak doin it.  It feels good. It’s all for fun. Ma big boobs attract lots a attention.”  Another moment of silence. “If you want I will let you give me a poke or two.  All the guys love it.  So ah am sure you will too.”

“Josie your joking aren’t you?  I can’t believe you would do this.  I mean does your mother and father know this is going on?”

“Of course they know. Ah need help Maw and Paw any way ah can. Ah think you need to try it.  Everyone says ah am really good.”

I looked at my wristwatch.  The Auto Club truck won’t be coming for at least an hour.  Josie is gorgeous.  I am quickly thinking “I would be a fool to turn this down.”

“OK Josie. But where?”

“There is a bed of hay in the barn.  It’s nice and soft.”

Josie takes me by the hand into the barn to the bed and without saying another word I pull her into my arms.

Hot passionate kisses are followed by Josie pulling off her t-shirt and unhooking her bra. She is as gorgeous as I had imagined.  Her boobs jut out even without a bra.  Each is tipped with large inviting nipple. What follows is me licking and sucking on those fabulous big tits and then poking her.  She is moaning with pleasure as I ram myself into her repeatedly.

After I rolled of her I laid there on the hay quite satisfied, Josie is cuddling with me. I hear my cell phone.  The tow truck driver says he’ll be at the car in about 15 or 20 minutes.

“Josie, I have to meet the tow truck driver in 15 minutes.”

“OK, get dressed and I’ll take you to your car.”

Josie runs into the back of the house for her keys, comes back out and I follow her to the opposite side where there is a Honda SUV.  We arrive at my car on Highway 5 in ten minutes.

Josie, “Ah really laked meetin you.  Ah hope they can fix your cah.  It doesn’t look that old.  Ah hope you have a good tam at Berkley.”

The tow truck arrives a moment later.  I explain to the driver that the car stalled and won’t start.  He tries to start the car then slides underneath.

“You have a serious problem.  I think the timing belt is broken.  I’ll have to tow your car. How fast were you going?”

“70 miles an hour.”

“Sorry to tell you this. You might have bent valves. The piston that bent the valve probably needs to be replaced, and there could be several pistons involved. It is also possible that the cylinder wall could be damaged.  I could be wrong.”

I responded saying, “Where is the nearest Honda dealer?”

To review:

My car broke down on Highway 5 as I was driving north from Los Angeles to Berkley. There was no cell service.  I started to walk back to the rest stop that was somewhere between 10 and 20 miles away.  A farmer picked me up and took me to his home so that I could call the Auto Club.  He is married and has a daughter.

With two or more hours to kill I looked into my backpack for a book to read.  An hour later one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen walked into the sitting room.  She was a long haired blonde with a stunning body.  I was too dumfounded.  The gray t-shirt she was wearing clung to her body and showed off her big boobs and slender waist.  I could not help but stare.  She didn’t seem to notice my staring.

“Ha, Ahm Josie.  Paw says your cah broke down.  Ah hope it’s not too serious.  Would you lak to have lunch with me?”

In a nervous stutter I responded saying, “Yes. That would be very nice.”

Josie motions to me, “Come on into the kitchen.”

As I sit down at the table Josie puts the sandwich and a bottle of Coke in front of me.

Josie starts the conversation. “So where ah y’all from an where an you goin?”

“I’m from the San Fernando Valley and I am going to UC Berkley.  I am majoring in marketing.  What’s it like living on a farm?”

“Oh, we grow the crops. Whatever Paw says will make the most money and then we sell them.  It’s not easy but we are luckier than most people.  Paw owns hundreds of acres.”

“So you help with planting or picking or what?”

“Ye-yes.  Ah do what ah can to help.”

My cell phone rings.  It is the Auto Club calling to say they will be at the car in two hours.  The dispatcher says the tow truck driver will call about 15 minutes before he arrives.

I explained the call to Josie.

Josie, “Would you lak to see the bahn and the otha things out back?”

“Sure. Why not?  It looks like I have the time.”

We walked out the back door and towards the barn.  I follow Josie behind the barn.

“We use ha-vesting machines that pick most of our crops. We need help to run the machines, load trucks and other things that machines can’t do. The machines can havest strawberries, beans and asparagus. It’s also good for plantin, weedin.”

“Do you own all of that equipment?”

“Some is rented and some we own. We rent the machines from the co-op.”

 I then asked how the workers are paid.  Josie responded saying something I did not expect. “Well we have a loyal group that works for Paw but the pay isn’t too good.  I help by givin them a poke or two.”

My response was, “Hu.” Then “What?”  Then after some thought “Oh.”

I remained quiet. After a minute Josie says, “It’s OK. Don’t be shocked. Ah lak doin it.  It feels good. It’s all for fun. Ma big boobs attract lots a attention.”  Another moment of silence. “If you want I will let you give me a poke or two.  All the guys love it.  So ah am sure you will too.”

To review:

My car broke down on Highway 5 as I was driving north from Los Angeles to Berkley. There was no cell service.  I started to walk back to the rest stop that was somewhere between 10 and 20 miles away.  A farmer picked me up and took me to his home so that I could call the Auto Club.

“Oh. A college kid.  Ah di’nt graduate ha school but ma daughter deed.”

“That’s nice. Where does she live?”

“With us.  Jus so ya know. Ah own all the lan aroun here” the farmer said proudly.

“By the way what is your name sir?”

“Ma name is Joseph lak in the bable.  Ma wafe is Matilda an my daughter is Josephine.  We call her Josie.”

Ten minutes later we arrive at the farm house.  To my surprise it is the opposite of a tumble down building.  It is a large white three story house with turrets that appears to be freshly painted and could be used in a movie set showing a successful farmer anywhere in America.  Behind the house is a bright red barn and a silo.

As we exit the truck Matilda, wearing an apron, comes out of the house, “Joseph you have some chores to take care of.  Who is this man?”

Joseph, “Now dahling this young man’s car broke down and he is here to call a garage. You know how long they are to send anyone out to repair anything.  He may have to stay for dinner.”

Matilda, “You best get to your chores.”  Looking at me she asks, “What’s yo name and how did yo get here?”

I then explained to Matilda about the car breaking down and voiced my appreciation for Joseph bringing me to their house.

“Could I please use your phone so that I can go on to Berkley?”

We walk into the house.  There is a large foyer.  A phone is sitting at one side. Matilda points to it, “You can make your call.”

I dial the Auto Club phone number.  The operator tells me the wait will be between two and three hours until someone arrives.

“I appreciate the dinner offer. I don’t think I will be here that long.  I would appreciate some food for lunch.”

“ahl give you a ham and cheese sandwich.”

“That will be more than enough.  Thank you for your hospitality.  Can I sit on your front porch?”

“It’s kind of warm out. You can wait in the sitting room.” Matilda points to a room to the right of the foyer.  The room has a very large couch and three arm chairs.  The walls hold large framed pictures of what looks like family members.

With two or more hours to kill I looked into my backpack for a book to read.  An hour later one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen walked into the sitting room.  She was a long haired blonde with a stunning body.  I was too dumfounded.  The gray t-shirt she was wearing clung to her body and showed off her big boobs and slender waist.  I could not help but stare.  She didn’t seem to notice my staring.

The car sputtered to a stop.  I was on Highway 5 going to Berkley from Los Angeles for my third year in college.  Fortunately the highway was not busy and as the car rolled to a stop, I steered to the shoulder.  I tried starting the car but the motor did not make a sound. As I lifted the hood looking for a problem like a loose wire I knew I was in trouble.  My knowledge of cars was limited.

I saw no loose wires so decided to call the Auto Club for help.  I dialed the Auto Club number but there was no response.  Nothing.  I then called my parents but there was no answer and no voice mail.  Cars were traveling by and I waved at a few to stop.  They didn’t.  Trucks honked their horns as they passed by.

I remembered passing a rest stop about 10 or 20 minutes ago.  The internet was still working on my phone.  It is called Buttonwillow. At 70 mile an hour that would probably be a seven mile hike to the rest stop.  Maybe that means I will be walking for about two hours.  If I am wrong it could be a four hour hike. I took two unopened bottles of water from the car and some granola bars, stuffed them into my backpack, and started to walk along the highway.

The temperature was about 80 degrees. The fields along the side of the road were green.  Farmers are growing some kind of vegetables.  I had no idea what was being grown.

I had not walked even five minutes when a pickup truck pulls along side of me.  The driver with an Oklahoman accent says, “Y’all can’t walk in this here heat.  How’d ya get here anyway?”

Pointing back towards my car I responded, “My car broke down.  Can I get a lift from you to a gas station?”

“Ah can’t do that.  But ah can take you to ma farm house.  We got a phone there. Com on get in.”

“OK. Thank you.”

“What’s your name?”

“David.  I am going to Berkley.”

“Oh. A college kid.  Ah di’nt graduate ha school but ma daughter deed.”

“That’s nice. Where does she live?”

“With us.  Jus so ya know. Ah own all the lan aroun here” the farmer said proudly.