See, damn it, Todd can't even make sure my car works. Getting out and slamming the car door, I started to walk back to the house. Did I say walk? No, ... was stomping in rage. Suddenly, I stopped. Fuck it. I’ll walk, hitch a lift.The problem was, how long would I have to walk? We lived in the country off an old dirt road. Come on, I thought, surely someone would pick me up, a lady walking out there on the dirt road, carrying a suitcase. Even if it was a trucker. Anyone, someone…I wasn't a. I slipped my arm around her. She cried softly for a few moments, then started touching my thighs and my dick, stirring it to hardness. “I'm such a slut,” she said softly.I don't know if it was the best blow job I'd ever had. I guess I don't keep records. But I can't remember a better one. She didn't just suck my dick and lick my balls expertly, she did it with a passion, making me feel wanted, and like she was licking and sucking on the most luscious thing she'd ever had. Even though I knew I. No, panties and no hair, she came before i even touched it, quivering she looked at me with desperate eyes and i decided to give her a slow gliding index finger in her wet pussy, she moaned and threw her head back on the mirror behind. I stopped and she looked puzzled, i wrapped my hand around her lovely neck, pulling her hair as i did it, and pulled her dress down, just as i thought strawberry pink nipples, i love strawberries, they are always better with chocolate i told her and began sucking. I think I look pretty sexy in them. Anyway, Iput on the dress and pull up the slip. Mother finds a perfect pair ofballet flats that go perfectly with my outfit. I just hope Jackie takesas long in his preparation for our date this evening.Mother has me sit at my vanity and turns on the light. She first spritsme with perfume. I love the feminine smells of perfumes. She even liftsmy dress and slip and sprits my panties so I smell good down there. Shesays after all that work on hair removal; she.