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“I needed that,” she said softly. “It’s been a really long time.” As she was getting herself dressed, he asked, “How’d you end up out here?” “I was a waitress at the truck stop,” she answered, “and was hitchhiking back to my home in Havana. With gas and tire rationing a lot of people had to hitchhike in those days.” She paused to watch as Sam tried to make sense of what she had just said. After a few moments she gave a slight smile and said, “Yes, it was during the war– October of ’43. There was just a little slip of a moon that Halloween and a light haze hid most of the starlight. I didn’t see the truck coming and with only his war lights on he didn’t see me. He hit me in the head with the mirror. It was really strange to watch my lifeless body roll into the ditch and disappear in the cold, black water. The driver stopped, but when he couldn’t find anything, he assumed he had hit a deer that ran off into the fields. It didn’t seem real to me. I guess I never realized I was dead and just kept hitchhiking.” She paused to adjust her skirt and then said sadly, “I never get there. No matter how many people stop to give me a ride, when I get out of the car I am always right back here on the highway. And somehow it is always still Halloween, but a year later. I guess I’m stuck in Halloween with all the rest of the ghosts and goblins.” “You don’t look like a ghost to me,” he answered. “And you absolutely didn’t feel like a ghost,” he added as he reached over and stroked her leg. She got very quiet, then pointed to the traffic passing on the roadway. “Look at the cars,” she said firmly. “Why?” he asked, as he raised himself up to peek over the car. “Oh,” he said as a look of confusion came over his face. “They look weird,” he finally said. “That’s because they’re modern,” she replied. “They aren’t big and boxy like your fifty-one Chevy.” Sam watched the cars for several minutes and then said, “I don’t understand. And why are there so many of them? Since they made Route 66 four lanes, there’s hardly any traffic on this road at night.” “Route 66 doesn’t exist anymore,” Edie said quietly. “It’s was replaced years ago by an Interstate. All this traffic is because the area asses has grown up so much lately. Some people live in Havana and work in Springfield. A lot of people go into Springfield to shop. And people just use their cars more.” She finished buttoning her blouse and continued, “Every Halloween I start out indian leaving the Dixie Truck Stop as if I had just gotten off work. I hang around for a little while so I can see and hear what is going on.” She laughed quietly. “The Dixie Truck Stop isn’t really The Dixie anymore. It’s a Road Ranger.” “I still don’t understand,” Sam said looking at Edie and then out at the traffic on the highway. As she hiked her dress up indian to her waist, a flaccid, white penis resting ever so coolly to her right thigh seemed to jump at me and say “HI!”. Mom had wrapped her arms around my neck and was hanging on tight. The hour of hanging has finally arrived. When she had wiped up as much wetness as she could, she massaged the rest in, rubbing Candy's fuckhoney into her skin. Good I was hoping that last I severed would allow you out more.] As my cock slowed its ejaculation, Jessie lifted her head and took the head of my cock into her mouth. Jen barely gave me a glance. His dark black penis rammed in and out of my little white pussy, he was bawling me like crazy, as I was crying out, OH! And we had the time of our life doing everything that we asses could think of, to the audience’s regular applause. But it was getting chilly. Brittany's gaze fell on the light-blue panties with the pink lettering. He was going to love this family . . . I continued the ritual beginning at the scalp and then following the strands downwards. Put your sword down.” I was pleased when I felt Sheila's finger enter my asshole as I fucked Nikki's pussy and then I realized she was also fingering Nikki's asshole too. “It is freaking hot and I just want to get into the water as soon as possible.” Jennifer said as she threw her halter on the lounge. Girlfriend. “Flood the cunt's mouth with your cream. Jen shockingly was my favorite to jerk off to. It went on for perhaps twenty seconds during which she was more a rag doll than a human being. "Just this Wednesday?" asked Dr Windred. I worked the blow dryer as Sam dressed my husband in the suit I'd laid out. We’re safe for the moment… but down a man.” "Yeah, bathing suits," Deana said.