He made me mad. Looking at that asshole who effectivelytossed his life away, fucked other people's lives up along the way and thencould do nothing but...drink himself stupid made me angry and bitter. I told him amillion times, but did he listen? No. Ol' Jimmy Gothboy just shared his needlewith whoever wanted to be his friend at that moment. He always wanted to be astar, an autodestructive celebrity, to replace his white trash persona with anaura of danger, mystery and open possibilities. Hence. Was that a just discernible flush spreading across her face and down her lightly tanned chest?I started to rub Carl’s cock from base to tip my hand clutching it lightly, my thumb and forefinger barely meeting around his ever thickening cock, just encircling his girth.I started to whisper in Carl’s ear, “She looked, let’s see if she maintains an interest as I start to wank you”.“Mmmmmm”, was the only thing Carl could say as I continued to stroke his now fully erect cock. As my fingers reached. I pulled her blouse apart and pulled out to overtake the lorry had managed to get her legs as wide open as was possible and I switched on the interior light so Susan was very much on display. As I got alongside the cab of the lorry I slowed down and matched the speed of the lorry. When I dropped back slightly I could see the driver of the lorry looking down at Susan s tits and cunt. It gave me such a thrill to know that the lorry driver had seen her that I knew that I was going to be fucking. I'd never done anything like that in my life, but I was unafraid and willing to take a chance. Sure, these days, the thought of such a thing is enough to give you five heart attacks in a row, but back then, we were all fearless. And I was absolutely fearless, and in some odd primal way, it paid off. I'd never been with a guy who was mainly interested in pleasing me. In fact, every guy I'd ever been with had turned out to be an "I get off, you don't, and then I fall asleep" type of lover..