[ModelT-MsDollie]

Part one of three parts. Meeting Mo At The Boat Ramp

---We’d moved from the Big Box store to a nearby small sports park. But agreed this wasn’t the best place either. Our new plans were to meet Mo at the small park with the boat ramp where we’d met Iowa Joe. Where I’d parked the rear of the truck was hidden from view unless somebody was next to it. Then people could only see Dollie when she was outside the truck topper, or on the tailgate. We could see anyone coming nearly a mile down the road. Also most people parked nearer the boat ramp or small pole type shelter.
----Since the last time we played games with Mo at the sports park we missed the next few Zdays. We missed the first time and Mo wasn’t there the next week. In the past our meetings were just by chance, nearly a year apart. But this was now our fifth meeting with Mo, two recently. Would he show up today?
----We’ve never played our games with our old partners more than a few times most years. We don’t want to make this too habit forming or too routine. It would take the fun out of the games. And we really know little about this Mo character. What we do know is that he loves masturbating Dollie and himself. We also know he doesn’t take long to get himself off. Perhaps this is a good thing! My newest plans are to meet Mo only once or twice a year from now on.
-----But, this game may decide. Being alone with Mo may change the way he acts. At the boat ramp, Mo was already there. As I said, we were still maybe a mile away and could see the white truck sitting in the parking lot. I backed into the same area I had parked when we played our game with Iowa Joe. Making this even better, I asked Mo to park next to my truck, shielding the back even more from approaching vehicles.
----Again, even though it was a bit chilly, Dollie was wearing her Daleshot game clothes, plus a jacket. Mo repositioned his truck and jumped out grinning. Within seconds he was fondling Dollie’s titties and peekin under her skirt. The surprise really was gone.
----Dollie was soon laying in the truck bed, skirt up to her waist, legs spread as far as Mo could get them. Mo was working on Dollie‘s pussy and telling us how hot and juicy it was. No, he hadn’t asked either of us to do this. Dollie was wiggling and telling us she was having repeated orgasms. Unlike Dale and BP, Mo didn’t finger Dollie very long. He was more interested in pulling his own prick out and jacking off. Mo had stopped masturbating Dollie long enough to pull his 6” cock out and begin playing with it. Now he was masturbating both him and Dollie. Seemed like only minutes when Mo stopped playing with Dollie, turned away from the truck and ejaculated into thin air.
----Mo grabbed some towels from his truck and cleaned up his mess. Dollie had sat up laughing at Mo. He then asked Dollie to play with him but she didn’t like his dripping cock. Mo cleaned it off some more and both of them dressed. For Dollie it was simply standing and zipping her jacket. I grabbed the cooler and we sat under the shelter eating. Again, not exactly a Daleshot truck game.