Pretending to be studying some paperback, I watched the figure out of the corner of my eye as she herself strolled towards the same bookstore, eventua...ly stopping, to thumb through a magazine rack out front."You're not mistaken this time; that definitely is Nellie!" a little voice insisted in the back of my head somewhere."It can't be," my conscious mind argued, "wrong part of the country!" So what, you're in Dallas and you should be in New York. What's to say that Nellie isn't on a bloody. There. I said it. And don't judge me until you've seen her.If Mom wasn't, well, Mom, it'd be pretty easy to put her in the same category. Hell, except for their boobs and butts, they could almost have been twins. Come to think of it, they are - Irish twins at least, born only about 11 months apart. They were both wearing bikinis which they had selected to best emphasize their most noteworthy features. They were obviously sisters, with much the same build, and nearly identical features. Aunt. I loved watching her reaction to stories how I went to a local adult bookstore and sucked guys off via glory holes. Men of many varieties: old, young, married, black, white. I adored the temporary power I held over these men looking for quick sexual relief. I slipped my finger now into her pussy which quite wet so the stories stimulated her on some primal degree. We decided on the spur of the moment to have a picnic in the nearby forest. An early morning shower nearly washed out those plans. Though it was not a glorious job, working on 18-wheelers was how my dad was paid. I met David one of the first days I was at the shop. He had his friend Troy with him. David is your average country boy. Tan, muscular, and just a general smart ass. I was immediately attracted to him when I first laid my eyes on him. But, this story is not about David and I. Its about Troy. Now, I didnt really look at Troy. He didnt seem like my type, and sure didnt look like it. Hes pale, chubby, and white.