"She pulled her mosquito netting back and stared out into the dim light of early morning.The jungle was beautiful all right. But she sure hated those ...amned noisy birds for ruining her sleep.They had a way of doing that. Disturbing her sleep, even her conversations with her father. She wondered if they had something personal against her."You'd be kicked out of the finer social circles in Boston, you know," she said out her window.A heated, chirpy reply came floating down to her from the tree. Matt," Jake said, looking from one to the other. "Maybe we should..." You think you can give me some trouble, Bubba?" Matt asked. "Come on and give it a shot. I'll kick your fat ass from here to the fuckin' Alamo."And that had started it off. Bubba (or whatever his name was) swung a roundhouse at Matt, who easily ducked under it and drove a solid right into Bubba's stomach. The catcalls from the other truckers began. The waitress - who was actually named Flo and had an actual nametag on her. His hands griped her shoulders and he fucked her hard. She was whimpering with joy when he pulled out!"Suck your juice off my dick!" He saidSamantha was happy to do so. She opened her mouth and reveled in the taste of her pussy on his cock. She could taste a steady stream of pre-cum flooding her mouth as he gripped her head."Baby I need to cum!" He said"Yes Daddy ! Cum on my face! Come on cum right here!" She said as she pointed to her faceHer dad groaned and then his load started to cover her. "Hey Ser Bear," I replied, using the nickname I'd given her because of the way her unruly hair makes her look on its worst days. For some reason she'd threatened to shave my wavy, light brown awesomeness if I ever used her nickname in public. "What's the occasion?" "What do you mean?" she said, walking back to the kitchen and starting to lay out silverware and dishes for our meal. "Don't you know what today is? Our anniversary...?" My heart sank and my headache gave a painful spike. Our.