He looked at the beautiful breasts before him. He would show them! He would show the girls he wasn’t just a cum-eating, ass-fucked faggot! He was go...ng to be as macho as he could be. He would get Sheila turned on by licking her pussy until she was about to cum, and then, he would fuck her violently; until she came all over his cock! It didn’t matter if his cock was smaller than most other men. It wasn’t the size of the boat but the motion of the ocean! He could make her cum with his dick, he. She puttered around, taking things out of cabinets. The water was heating in the coffee maker."I think I have some things figured out. You have a way of putting things that is very revealing, probably. Everyone does."If you say you prefer your coffee black, it means you may be willing to do it a different way. That might be to ingratiate yourself to your hostess or you might want it enough not to quibble over it not being the way you prefer."But, if you said you take your coffee black, that. "My granddaughter, Jean," said the woman. "She's staying with us for a while." You a Tory too?" I asked her.She smiled and nodded."She don' talk," the woman said. "Ain't since she were ten or so. Somethin' happened." We want to take that man back to camp with us; he's our prisoner," I said."Don' think so," said the man. "He's all broke up inside, ribs busted at least, maybe cut into a lung." George," I said, "how 'bout going back and fetching us a wagon, doctor if one's free."George looked at. Dad still resisted, and I still kept rubbing on my now fully boned cock, slumping down in my seat. “Dad—it's a thousand miles of straight, flat road---how easy could it be”? Finally he gave in, and I liked to have blown a nut right there. I kicked off my flip flops, and grabbed the Caterpillars. If I was gonna drive a big truck, then I had to look the part. I even put on socks, lol. I climbed into the 'captains' chair, and quickly clutched the truck into first gear. Very carefully easing out of.