God, this was exciting!This time he moved so that the tip touched the left nipple and he moved so that he was able to draw a circle around her nip, ca...sing her to moan again. He could feel her moving under him, trying to make the contact heavier. Her nipples were both hard as little pebbles. He thrust a little, moving the tip of his cock so that the ridge dragged the stiff nipple over. He felt a hand on his ass and knew that it wasn't Marilyn's, both of her were still trapped down below his. Not knowing what else to say."Nope. All the girls I know are little whores. And if they aren't whores then they're bitches. It sucks, bad." He laughed.I laughed. We sat in silence for a while. He smiled. "Remember when we were kids and we used to play? We used to have so much fun." I smiled. "Yeah. Remember when you used to play Barbie with me? You'd be the Ken doll and I'd be Barbie and we'd have little weddings and Kelly would be our baby."He laughed. "Yeah. I miss the days when. That’s nice. There is one problem, however?’ Uh-oh. ‘A problem?’ ‘Yes. I’ve drove my truck down here from home. Are you comfortable riding in a truck? If you’d be more comfortable driving your car, I’d understand.’ I’ve never ridden in a truck before. Why would a truck make me uncomfortable? I’m afraid to ask. ‘No, a truck will be fine if you’re fine,’ I tell him coming out of the kitchen. I pick up a light wrap from the table in my foyer, put it around my shoulders and he smiles at me again.. She came in a light pink shirt and tight black jeans which were revealing her panty line. While she was sitting on the chair, I could see how smooth her buns were as they got pressed so soft to the chair. I wished I was that chair, lol.Every day she used to go to her hostel by cab. Since we had night shifts, sometimes the cabs wouldn’t be available while returning which would be around 4:00 am in the morning. A week passed and one day, the cab was not available. She was standing downstairs.