She went bananas if I kissed her there, and believe me, I kissed her there often and well.She went bananas if I kissed her there, and believe me, I kissed her there often and well. By the time I got my tongue in her cunt she was a basket case. I guess I'd still be fucking that little slut, but she gained about twenty pounds and lost her appeal. Too bad, she was quite alot of fun. I'll have to admit that there are lots of waitresses who don't do a thing for me. Probably the worst place in the world for waitress hunting is truck stops. I seldom ever stop at them, because there are so many dogs at those places. But there was that one time that I stopped at a really busy truck stop along Interstate 95 and found Ginger. Ginger was only 24 years old and had a body that would stop traffic. She was the hottest little piece I'd ever seen in action in a restaurant, moving from table to table and making men's mouths water everywhere she went. It wasn't the outfit she had on or even her beauty, but the wonderful and witty way she handled all the passes that were made to her. She never really let the men get really vulgar with her, at least not while she was working, but she always let them know that she knew as much about fucking as any of them did and loved it even more than they did. The night that I met her I hung around, planning on getting a pop at her after she got off work. I found I wasn't alone and that there were four other men there who had the same idea. Ginger seemed to be used to that and she handled it perfectly. |