[ModelT-MsDollie]

GAME TWO----Still at the roadside park
---This is a very small rest area with a circle drive in and out along a famous river far far away. We walked a short distance and sat at one of the cement picnic tables. As I wrote, this is not far from the ramp down to the pier and the sidewalk to the rest rooms in the center. A fence separates the rest area from the Park so we were near the far end of the picnic area.
---Most people don’t wander beyond the main parking area and picnic tables. But one old guy did. He had been one of the two cars that had pulled in. An older couple from the other went to the restrooms, looked down at the river, then left. We’d both forgotten just how short Dollie’s skirt was. I hadn’t noticed that she was sitting on her bare ass on that cement picnic table till the guy walked over staring and commenting on Dollie’s exposed legs, ass, and boobs. Old people in Florida are like that. We say what we’re thinking.
---These tables are rather large and awkward. Too tall and the seats too far away from the actual table top. Dollie wasn’t sitting very ladylike, her legs spread apart. Her pubic area and at least one honeybee tattoo was exposed, along with a good amount of breast meat and most of both bird tattoos. The old fart was an apparent tattoo lover……or lover of female flesh ! A conversation was soon started. He was a stranger in these parts. Don’t remember what his tag was, but he was also from out of state. We don’t normally play any games near our home or hometown. But do sometimes in this rest area because of the tourists. We see em once and they’re gone. And twice in a row, our new partners came to us.
--- This old dude was at least our ages and as kinky as I am. He didn’t hesitate to let us know what he was lookin at. We had a partner whether we liked it or not. Of course, we could have left, but why? Dollie was already preheated and horny. I’ll just call him Blue Ford. No not Buford! Mr. Blue Ford was standing close and telling us how he’d love to see more of MsDollie and her bee tattoos. This was her fault. He’d said he could see one and Dollie just had to tell him she has five. I sort of winked or whatever to her and asked our partner if he’d mind putting down the tailgate on my truck because I hurt my back.
---Dollie knew the plan by now. She didn’t hesitate to walk with us two old guys to the rear of our truck. She didn’t hesitate to crawl up there to get another bottle of water. She did hesitate as she knelt there in doggie fashion with the water bottle in her hand. Once again, her c*nt was wide open and shining. Mr. Blue Ford seemed to love the view. Of course I have no idea now what he said. But believe me, he loved what he was lookin at. His age, and single, might have been a good long time since he’d seen one of those things.
---Dollie began sliding backward to get out. I told her she should turn around. It would be easier on her knees. Ya know the real reason was to give Mr. Blue Ford a nice tit shot. Dollie turned and just knelt there awhile resting. Nice boob view. Teasing, she began jiggling them back and forth. She finally crawled to the edge of the tailgate, handed me the water, then remained there.
---Mr. Blue Ford wasn’t more than a few feet from Dollie’s boobs, staring and mumbling about them. I remember him talking about feeling them. One of us told him to go ahead and feel them. I remember him repeatedly asking me if it was okay. Guys just don’t feel comfortable fondling another man’s tits. Mr. Blue Ford worked Dollie’s udders like a farmer milkin a cow.
---I’m thinking another car or an RV pulled into the rest area and game two was over. Mr. Blue Ford never did get to see those other four honeybees. But he sure got to see the honey pot!
--- This was Candid Camera Truck Daleshot number two and we didn’t even explain the rules or that it was a game, this time. Maybe we don’t have to!