The Car Sputtered to a Stop © – Part 6

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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.

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.