A long long period passed when finally I herd the door latch and then the door opened. His blond head appeared first as he climbed up into the cab. He...sat on the seat while I sat glued to the bunk, virtually speechless, even as I recognized the nice tight young body in the cab of my truck with me.“So, do you know why I'm here” he asked as he dropped onto his knees, shuffling across the three foot gap between the seat and the bunk. “I'm here to fuck with a big burly trucker, 'cause I fuckin'. "Daddy, you're so mean!" Aw, but honey you're too-" Lulu, you're fifteen. That's far too old to kiss your father on the lips," my wife says, though a bit more angrily than I was going to.She really is getting older, though. She's already grown into a D-cup bra and she certainly doesn't have the hips of a little girl. The only reason I know this is because my wife talks about it, though. At the very least, she dresses conservatively—a rock-band t-shirt and regular blue jeans that aren't as tight. He was a shy, intellectual with plenty of friends, many of whom were girls. They felt they could open up to him, but it always stopped short of romance. Those brother-sister like relationships were cherished by the several girls that opened up to him, but tore Justin apart inside. To the girls, he was a sweet, caring, smart guy they could have a conversation with. They didn’t have to worry about getting emotionally involved or manipulated. Justin was happy to help them out with their personal. She did! Fuck it was just as pretty close up as it was when I glimpsed it on the road. Her lips were shinning where she had been rubbing her finger along her folds. What’s your name slut I said? I thought this is either going to get me a slap or will give me the green light to get dirty!My name’s Polly, well Polly I said, I think I will just call you slut! I think you are going to be my new fuck toy. Polly just looked at me and nodded slowly. Polly…..Er, I mean slut, get your tits out of the.