She’d had the past two days making deliveries on the route alone.“You know they say the army is all ‘hurry up and wait’? Well, driving this da...n truck is the same way. I have to be at the warehouse by six in order to get in line to load my truck. Any later and the line will be so long I won’t get out until ten and then it will be seven p.m. when I finally finish the delivery. So, I’m in line at six with about five trucks ahead of me but the warehouse crew doesn’t show up until seven and it. In some ways they were revelling in the ability to tell the world exactly what they did without the fear of being caught out, bragging almost. The other thing that surprised me was just how much it turned me on to read some of the things they had done. I was really intrigued by it because I have my own story to tell but I never thought I would be sharing it with anyone, ever. My own nasty little tale of debauchery is one that I know I should feel ashamed of, but to be honest, like these other. ” She smiled again. “Almost all off my cock is in you.“ Ann's comments were just adding to the debauchery of the whole situation. She was narrating it and it turned me on that much more.“And for the last two inches,” She squeezed my balls. I hissed in pain and she shoved the rest into me in one swift move. I was full. That was the only way I could describe it. The pain started to subside, while she held it there massaging my balls and my legs.“My cock is in you, John. All eight inches of it. Oh. When I slipped the trench coat on over my naked body, I felt so sexy, so bad, and so vulnerable. My cunt, already turned on from my shower, was now starting to drip again.I walked down to the bus stop. The weather was just about perfect. The snow had melted and, although there was a little nip in the air, I wasn't at all cold. I felt exposed. It felt like anybody looking at me could tell that I was naked under my trench coat. I shivered at the thought.I sat near the back of the almost empty.