Harassment back then was not uncommon and I didn't bother me much, back in the late 70's. I had been married for just under a year now and had just st...rted to be a shared wife and loving it. The guys always leered at me especially the truckers. I had to wear dresses and skirts for work at the time and of course I wore them short, had no others. A few guys were fairly nice and got to know a few a little better. I always wanted to look inside those big semi trucks and so I asked Bob if he would. Main chhatpata raha tha….. Choti be apni gaand uthayi toh maine saans kheenchi, woh phir mere mooh par baith gayi. Uski gaand ki mast khushboi se main mafhish ho gaya….. Uski gaand kaafi khul gayi thi…. Apni zubaan daal isme randi ki aulaad…. Chaat meri gaand ko….. Mere paas ki chaara nahi tha…Maine uski gaand mein apni zubaan dali aur use chaatne laga. Yehi teri dahi jagah hai kutte, hamare kadmon mein….. Bada mard banta hai…. Tujhe kutta bana ke rakhengi hum donon. Haan choti, saala bahut zor. She hissed and moaned, her eyes glazing and lidding with hedonism, her mouth gaping, the lustrous, gold lips glistening with my saliva. I looked over her shoulder, and saw Vita watching us, his engorgement curving upward. I could see in his eyes that he was conflicted, but there was no denying the wants of his body. I just had to goad the wants of his new flesh. “Take her, Vita.” I called over my daughter’s shoulder as I gripped her cheeks and spread them, “She is yours.” Joy stopped her. No more games, time to fuck.I remove the phone from her vagina, and shove it in her mouth. “Taste your juices, bitch!” I half-shout, as my mouth descents on her cunt, and two of my fingers find her asshole. In minutes, I feel an anal orgasm coming on, so… I stop.I reach to undo the wire that’s still between her legs, and order her to get on her knees. Roughly grabbing her hair, I guide her mouth to my cock. Pull. Push. Pull. Push. She gags. It spills on her breasts, but I keep going. I roughly.