The Car Sputtered to a Stop © – Part 4

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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?”