"No more 'dancing eyes,' or 'our tongues danced together this and that' shit."Sounds like a fucking tango going on in their mouths."And milking! God, ... hate that one! If I read that she 'milked every drop' one more time I'm gonna puke." No...more...milking." My head was drawing closer to the yellow pad as I wrote and I felt liking curling into a ball. He was grumbling something indecipherable about a cow.Now he was staring out the window."Any more, boss?" I'm thinking."He puffed two. I told her it was getting bad being a trucker and just wanted a change. I told her I was doing this in 1990 but things were getting slow back then and decided to go trucking.I gave her names of people I'd done work for before and told her to call them and ask them anything you want.I gave her a price to paint her house and left her after 2 hours of chatting and telling her what had to be done.Three days later she called and asked me to come over and go over a few things with her. I said how. However I must admit that I was getting hornier and hornier each day and had developed a taste of getting fucked by the blue collar hardworking guys.However that opportunity came one day at work only.My office was getting renovated and so I had to stay back late to supervise the whole stuff. Now the workers working there ogled at me openly admiring the luscivious curves of my body. The work was given to a contractor called Vijay Bhosle. He was a dark and ugly man with typical rural charm and a. Her frame resembled Fiona’s, yet her girth and size was much larger and more defined. Throbbing bl**d vessels embellished her granite like muscles. Deep, rigid valleys of muscle adorned her calves, her thighs… Her buxom chest she once had now been forfeited in favor of raging muscle. It was short of absolutely sick how ripped my beloved and gentle friend had now become. I couldn’t believe what my eyes were seeing. With Fiona, I didn’t think that any woman could be much larger than her… and yet,.