I’m Brandy’ ‘Well it’s a pleasure, Brandy,’ he said, lifting her hand to his lips to place a gentle charming kiss to it before slowly lettin... it go. ‘So, where ya headed?’ She smiled gently, watching his lips lower to her hand and couldn’t help but wonder why guys these days didn’t show that kind of charm. Then glancing ahead at the road said, ‘Oh, uhmmm … if you just drop me off at the first truck stop, I can call my friend to come get me and take me home. I wouldn’t want to put you out.’ ‘Oh. All the while I'm aware of this lovely girl resting her head on my lap. I reach down and more openly adjust my stiff cock again. I can feel the wetness on the head from the precum. I rub my thumb lightly over the head and stifle a moan. I look down at Anna. It seems she is falling asleep. "Oh girl do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" I wonder.As I lay back on the couch the shifting lights from the TV the only illumination in the room I look down at Anna. My eyes trace over her form,. Oh, the allure! The attraction of just letting go… getting lost in such sweet surrender! The very thought frightens me, and yet makes my soul ache for it. I can see it, you know. I can write here for you about it, for here in my words… my little world, I am free to do as I choose. Her words, again, and so true, again. How could I not see it… picture it? I can, in my mind, and in these words, surrender myself to it… to her. Only here. No, not a whole narrative, dear reader. You understand, don’t. You.. uh, you sure do look different today. Those tights are, uh, really colorful, and that shirt looks good on you." This old thing?" Amy asked casually as she pulled her plunging neckline even lower, disguising the motion as adjusting her top, and revealing even more of her creamy, lightly-freckled cleavage to the hormonal young stud in the process. "I do like wearing it, but I'm always worried that I'm going to just pop right out of it," she laughed as she pushed her breasts together with.