And see they do. I can drive for miles playing with my very wet clit until I see a semi-truck up ahead. I drive in the left lane and pull up next to...him so he can see down into the car. Let me tell you, truckers are a very voyeuristic bunch and luv to look at naked pussy. After a (very) short time, the trucker will have caught on and will do most anything to stay next to me. This excites me a great deal and I put on quite a show rubbing my long stiff clitoris and spreading my pussy lips. One fine day I was chatting with my gf when she entered my bedroom and heard me talking to a girl. As we were close, she asked me who is it and all but I was adamant not to tell her. There it goes, we stopped talking to few days again. Everyone around us clearly could make out that we fought again. Some days later, my mom sent me to deliver some curry which I refused but was forced to deliver. The bad part of being the younger one in the family. I reached, rang the bell and sat on the sofa. She. She told us all about her husband's illness and how she now feels at a loss and doesn't know what to do with herself.Donna asked me to go and get some flowers for her. As I went out she winked at me and I knew what that meant. After I'd gone Maggie got quite upset and Donna went and comforted her. Maggie was 45, longish blondish hair, quite chubby, 38D tits and was wearing a skirt and blouse. Donna was wearing a full dress.As Donna comforted Maggie by cuddling her as she cried, after a few. Withered and battered by time and excess, her body ached to the marrow of her bones; there were times when only her trusty staff maintained her equilibrium and kept her aright. The elder local folk called crone and eccentric, some quietly referred to her as "The Witch," sensed, no, she felt, there was someone, or some thing, following close on her heels. Behind her, as she shuffled slowly through the new-fallen snow, that some one, or thing, was watching her every move very closely. The one who.