She held the end of the brush handle against my mound. Her other hand reached up and grasped a tuft of hair, pulling my ear against her lips. I gasped...She growled in a husky voice: "Dirty little sluts get fucked hard. You know that, don't you?" Yes," I whimpered. I remembered James' dirty talk I couldn't comprehend. I shuddered with anticipation, eager to hear more."Do you feel like a dirty little slut with my hard cock against you? With my hard cock pressing up against your wet, needy slut. I needed to log a legal break, that would trap me where I was for most of the day.Then I remembered that the mystery was using my bunk. As I climbed into the cab I could see she was dead to the world. She didn't even stir as I lowered the upper bunk above her - quite a noisy and complicated operation - I hit the button to close the electric curtains and climbed into the upper berth.It must have been about noon when I was awakened by the sound of the mystery quietly sobbing in the bunk below. I. I quickly did what was needed so I wasn’t caught gawking at the mini adult store that was in the box, that would be awkward as hell. As I stood up I glanced at the door to be sure I wasn’t caught. That’s when I noticed a little stand in the corner, upon which she had one of those digital frames that scans through pictures. Taking a glance at it I could have sworn I saw a picture of the goddess from the gym yesterday, but it was fading out as I looked. I shrugged it off and told myself to stop. I noted that there was no wind. Taking aim, I took a breath, pulled the set trigger, let it out, another breath and then slowly let out half and held.Now if you ever shot a 45-70 shell, you know what recoil is. That Sharps has one heck of a kick! So when I put the Creedmoor sight on his center of mass, I knew this would be a one shot, one kill situation. Paying attention to my heartbeat, I finished releasing the breath. I was relaxed and ready. I whistled, he looked, and I shot. I let the.