I told you it is hard to have a relationship with a trucker. Honey, I do not want you to cry over this. I have a job to do and you know that. "Amanda ...eld back the tears and tried not to let him hear her voice quivering. "I know darling. Who said, I have to like it? Why does your company not understand a man needs time for his own love life? Don't they understand at all?"In the back of her mind she was screaming, "Why in the hell, did I have to fall in love with a trucker?"He knew she was. My mom calmed down a little and passed me the cock. I started the understand the felling that my mom gets when me and my dad have sex: feeling left out.I let her have her reward and what we did next was so hot. She opened her mouth to receive the cum. Watching my mom waiting for cum is so hot and sexy that I started to caress her pussy. My dad hot sperm went into her mouth and then she cleaned the cock. She placed her hands on my face and pulled me closer to kiss. I didn`t know that she still. .. hopelessness ever again.”“Nor do I, honey, nor do I.”We were both silent for the rest of the journey. I’d been upset enough at her leaving at the time; I’d probably never fully understand what she’d had to go through, waiting for me to make my decision about whether or not I could accept her past, berating herself for risking what we had, while knowing that total honesty was the only sustainable choice of action.When she pulled up outside our borrowed beach house, I picked up her right hand. .. that’s why you said he had nothing for you when you called us for help.”“Yes. So how do you know her?” she asked.“Hoo ... long story ... I guess it can be summed up that she, Demie, and I had a crazy threesome and she ended up pregnant. The baby was kidnapped not long ago, and she’s been searching ever since.”“How was the threesome crazy?” the older demon asked.It was kinda strange that she was asking about the sex and not the baby, but demons have different priorities, I guess. Demie and I.