I can almost hear the clang from the metal bars as she sways them back and forth for me against her window. I always want her to share those breasts...with everyone so I pull up ahead of them and speed up to a trucker and again she already knows what I'm thinking. through my rearvIew window I can see her again pull down her knockers and put them up front and center. At fIrst the trucker does not notIce her but a slight swerve and his eyes are no longer paying attention to the road. True slut. Now come up here, and you as well, Miss Jones.Thank you.Now, as you can see, boobs come in all sizes. Large, as demonstrated by Miss Martin. Please, bring your hands down so everybody ... there. Thank you. And there are small ones, typified by Miss Jones. Now notice that there are differences not only in size, but in their shape. Miss Martin’s are pendulous, which is typical of larger breasts. My dear, what size cup? A “C.” You might want to try a larger size. Those definitely look like “Ds.”. I'm alone, do sit down."The man did as invited and proceeded to take some papers out of his attaché case. Soon he was immersed in them and seemingly oblivious to the cleavage opposite him at eye level and the length of bare leg and bare feet stretched out below him. Veronica returned to her contemplation of the immediate future. She saw that her glass was nearly empty and downed the last of the brandy with some regret that there was no more left. That drink had been just what her shattered. Bringing up my phone list, I started to call around to my employees to check on them. My managers and their families were all fine, as were most of the rest of the crew. The ones I sent in the truck had all made it back home safetly. I called Laura and Bill's place. Bill answered the phone."Hey Bill, its Jimmy. I was just calling to check and see that you made it home safe last night." Yea, we made it, barely. I had to bring those other 2 girls here. Couldnt make it to their houses. .