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... slowly fell over the lock gate onto the hot road. I landed near the edge of the road. I then rolled over into the ditch. I kept my head down. A few minutes passed before I got up. I looked around. The prison trucks were out of view. I could hear them down the road. I just could not see them anymore. It was a good hour drive back to the prison. I walked down to the next ditch. I then crossed the road to the other side. I was close to the front gate of the dirt driveway. I smiled at the mail box. I then looked up the dirt road. The hot bodacious BBW. Was still washing the hot rod. She had taken off her wet t-shirt. She was using it to clean the big chrome headlights. I caught my breath. I then climbed over the metal gate. I walked down the dirt road. I got about half way. Her back was toward me. Her big ass starring at my face. I then glanced down at my orange prison jump suit. It was covered in sweat, dirt and black tar from the road. I peeled down the front of my jump suit. I tied the sleeves around my waist. I took off my sweat soaked wife beater shirt. I rolled it up and put it around my neck. I was now bare chested as I walked closer to the hot rod. I got about ten feet behind her. It was the first time I had smelled such sweet perfume, in nearly 6 months. I smiled as she bent over the hood of the 41 Desoto. "Good Afternoon!" I said. The hot BBW looked over her shoulder. Still on top of the hood. "Well! Hi there young man. How are you?" she said. "Mmmm...Pretty good. How ...

... about you?" I said. "Hot! It's really hot today. I see your trying to cool down. Might be the hottest day this summer." she said. I smiled. The only thing hotter than today, was bent over the hood of the hot rod. She turned to face me. I heard the front of her wet bathing suit, make a big suction noise. As she peeled her massive breast off the baby blue metal hood. Now that I was closer. I could see her bathing suit was covered in red spider webs. The thin black material was covered in big red spider webs. Her big erect nipples pushed on the thin red see through webs, covering the front of her breast. She had a thin see through red web in the middle of the bottoms of her bathing, just tucked inside her denim shorts. My hard cock ached to get out of my orange jump suit. "Where's my manners. My name Buck. It nice to meet you." I said. She smiled. "Nice to meet you Buck. I'm Mrs. Charlotte Mueller. What do you do for a living?" she said. "I'm a mechanic. How about you?" I said. "I'm just a simple house wife. What brings you to my farm?" she said. I guess telling her I just escape a work detail to fuck her. Might be wrong. My next thought, was how did that crazy son of bitch Deputy Mueller score such a hot piece of ass. "My car broke down, just down the road. Your farm was the first place I came to. I saw you washing your 41 Desoto. I called out a few times for help. But you must not have heard me." I said. She smiled. She then looked me up and down. She smiled again. "You know ...