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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.

“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.