I dig my nails into her jeans moving them down and up a little higher each time, a little closer to where I want to be. ‘Almost finished?’ I ask ...er reflection. ‘For your information, oral hygiene is very important to me.’ ‘Is it?’ I laugh. Our eyes meet in the mirror. She brushes in slow deliberate strokes now trying to regain the upper hand. I wait patiently and begin undressing her with my mind. All the things I want to do to her are driving me crazy. She bends over to rinse her mouth and. We'd buy a grocery bag full of shit. We'd head to her house, she had a vcr,. These are the times when we sipped good whiskey & smoked some good weed, sat together on her couch in the living room, sitting close together we'd look through the the dirty mags we'd picked up. Mags like Hustler, Oui, Sir, no playboy shit here. Hairy Pussy Spreading and Fingering lesbians humping each other rubbing their naked bodies against each other, anyway you get the idea. There was this one time she was playing. . she was dressed to get attention.A little short skirt, shirt open as if she was showing off cleavage. My suspicion were correct,... cross dresser. I told her I didn't know much about the local scene, I'm a truck driver parking up for the night with a local delivery first thing in the morning.Direction turned into small talk and that turned into the two of us sitting chatting in my truck. She was new to the area looking for a fun place to hang out and meet people. Getting comfortable and. ‘Well?’ the woman asked. ‘Well, what?’ Bethany replied, a little harshly, she quickly realized. She took another bite of her tuna sandwich, wondering if she should apologize but the young woman, a girl, actually, didn’t seem to notice. Agnes pointed to the nearby building. ‘All this… he didn’t really tell you, did he?’ Bethany sipped her Coke and set the bottle down. ‘No… I really had no idea.’ ‘You know, he couldn’t have. He’s wanted you to know for a long time and now, he needs you to know…’.