.well, I'd *like* to askyou some questions about what boys think okay?" When Jeanwas uncertain of herself, she often placed an interrogatoryinflection...on the last part of her sentences as if to say,"You know?" Only if you share with me...tit for tat, girl. I'lltell you things what you wanna know -- if you tell me what Iwanna know...and no mincing around either. Fair?" It wasalways better to establish the rules of engagement withJean. More often, she was willing to give a little beforethe fact.. Irene has told me and some friends of her stallions group, that there are 3 truckers of external expedition companies who do hump her most very time when they come in to deliver or receive goods and material. I guess they are from the eastern countries, probably Poland, Russia or Ukrainia. Their names are unknown to me, so I'll just neme them driver1, driver2 and driver3..So, what has happened?Irene is working as a secretary and partly does the handling of transport papers for external. We would then heave her violently into the air as high as we could. We would repeat that about a hundred times, with each hand on the ass getting a little more risky until a time here an there a finger would slip inside her suit brushing the folds of her pussy or the crease of her ass cheeks. It wasn’t long before she was reciprocating with subtle touches beneath the water. In just a few short days I was in love. She was the first girl to show me any attention and the most beautiful girl to. Then she could log onto the dialup internet connection, not that she could get to any interesting sites; her strict parents had installed a powerful program that controlled the sites she could visit.Her parents went away every weekend to visit a holy man and talk about their marriage. Nirmala wasn’t sure what the problem was; all she knew was there had been a big argument about her dad doing something with Auntie Amrita.Across the street, Jack, 51, complained, “25 years with this company and.