She was making a loud whining moaning sound deep in her chest. As the sound started to die, I slipped my hand between her legs and patted her dripping...wet pussy. She jerked once with a loud moan and spread her legs even wider. I patted her pussy harder. I could hear the wetness as my fingers made contact with her skin. She moved forward and tilted her ass up more. I patted her even harder. I was close to spanking her on her small oval pussy. The moan was continuous and even louder than before.. She was scared to death of what her parents were going to say when they got there. She hadn’t talked to them in three years. Since… In a flash, Cole was pulling into the driveway. Ellie rubbed her palms on her capris. She was a nervous wreck. ‘I’ll grab your stuff.’ ‘No, I can-‘ ‘Ellie, just let me.’ She turned her head and her eyes clashed with his. She expected to see anger and hatred, but she could feel that he felt for her situation. If only he knew the whole story. ‘All right. Thank. Maybe it was really a skinny four-inch cock.“Sure, it's big enough -- if you're telling the truth and not bragging.”“Well, after we get done eating, come out to my truck and I will show you,” Dak said without blinking or cracking a smile.“So, are you a long-haul trucker?” “No, I'm just a regular guy traveling to my new job in New Mexico,” he said. “Where are you heading?”“To California, for work too,” I told him as I took my last bite of toast.The waitress came, refilled our coffee cups, and. I was quickly learningto hate that voice!I got to the room I ordered to, and found a plain table, set with apaper plate, and a plastic cup. And a child's sippy cup, if youplease! On the plate was buttered toast, half a grapefruit, alreadysectioned and scooped out of the skin, and one hard-boiled egg. Irealized I was starved, grabbed the plastic spoon, and set to work onthis diminutive breakfast. I ate it all in seconds, and then drainedthe sippy cup of apple juice as fast as I could. I had.