As he slid her heavy sweater down her blowjob arms, he said softly, “I’m not the one who asked to be ravaged.” They continued to kiss and explore as Sam slowly removed Edie’s clothing and his own. When they were both naked, she lay back and pulled him over on top of herself. “I usually spend a little more time getting a lady ready,” he said in almost a whisper. “I’ve been ready for a long time,” she said as she thrust herself up against his body. In response, Sam entered her slowly and then began thrusting. Her orgasm was long, but almost silent. Her body relaxed almost as soon as Sam was finished. “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 mature 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 Hardcore the roadway. “Look at the cars,” she said firmly. “Why?” he asked, as he raised himself up to peek over the car. Rather than simply letting her fall off like Cho, Hardcore he moved his hands under her knees and picked her up. I circled around the obstacle, creeping on my socked feet, my barrel leading the way. "I used to feed my mom, like this." Here was a good looking chick throwing attention at me and my dumb ass doesn’t move on it. I parted her hair and started licking on her clit. That’s something else I need to learn, isn’t it?” They were just normal people enjoying a normal pot luck and blowjob gathering, and socializing in a very normal way. "Really?" As she came down, she replied “I needed that” and drank the remainder of my beer. Please understand, I’ve spent my whole life being rejected, and every relationship I’ve been in has ended up a disaster.” “Zanyia!” Greta squealed and then her juices gushed out of her body. I mature groaned as she brushed my bud. Sharon looked over to me, "You may not want to watch this." Before he could do anything else, I quickly got up and faced him.