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Introduction:
This isn't really descriptive. It's short, sweet, and to the point.
Be brutal with your reviews.

I was your average trucker: Tall, hairy, big, flannelled. I was 47 and most of the truckers my age have let themselves go. I, on the other hand, have exercised almost every day for the past 25 years. I was happy with my body. So were the ladies. I've had my fair share of hookups. Being a trucker, I travel all over the country and stop at rest stops or truck stops. I often find girls who're horny and are looking for a good time. Sometimes they're my age, sometimes they're 20. Sometimes they have nice tits and a tight body, sometimes they're BBWs. I was really not picky on body size. If she had a pretty face, I'd give her a chance.
Fortunately, my company had plants all over the country so I got to travel a lot. The latest job I had was to travel to from New York, which is where I live, to California to drop off cargo and bring some back.
After a day and a half of driving non-stop, I stopped at a rest stop in Nebraska. It was 10:45pm and the little store next to the stop was about to close so I ran to get some food. After gathering everything I wanted to buy, I noticed an attractive woman. She looked like she was in her early thirties and had a model's face and a pornstar's body. I couldn't stop looking at her. She came on line right behind me. She dropped something and I picked it up.
"Thank you," she said.
"Don't mention it," I replied. "I'm Jim, by the way."
"Mollie. It's nice to meet yo-" she was stopped short by a young girl who was around 7 or 8.
"Mom, buy me this," the girl said. She had to be her daughter. She looked just like except way younger.
"Honey, I don't have enough money!" She explained.
"BUT I WANT IT!!"
I hated being around spoiled, bratty kids. But I wanted to impress her mom. "I'll buy it. If you don't mind."
Mollie looked confused. "Oh, no. I can't ask you to do that."
"It's really no problem! I have my company's credit card."
"Okay then. I guess it's fine."
I decided to push my luck even further. "You can add your stuff.if you want."
"No, it's fine," she said.
"Honestly, it's no problem," I said.
She put her stuff on the counter, "Thank you."
"No problem."
Mollie looked at her daughter. "Say thank you!"
"Ew, no," she said and walked outside.
"I'm sorry about her."
"Don't be! It's not your fault. She's just a kid."
"I know, but still. I was never that rude at her age."
"Neither was I, but we live in a different era."
"Tell me about it."
"Well, here's your stuff."
"Thank you. Thank you, so much."
"Anytime."
I walked out and turned to the rest stop. I didn't realize how far it was from the store since I ran on my way here. When I finally got to my truck, I went in to the back and noticed a young girl with and older woman walking to a beat up car through the window. I realized it was Mollie and her daughter. I opened the window and waved at them. Mollie waved back and they went into the car.
I woke up at about 3:46am. I wasn't leaving until 6 so I tried my best to go back to sleep. I started to notice that I had to pee so I got up and walked over to the restroom. I peed in the urinal and walked back out and saw a young girl standing against the wall. And young wasn't the word. More like little. It was Mollie's daughter.