This has to be a dream. I’m in a large, fog-filled room and girls, tall girls, short girls, fat girls, thin girls, cute girls, ugly girls, are circl...ng around me, moving in and out of the fog, getting really close and when I turn to look at them, drift away. When I try to move toward a girl, she smiles, giggles, glides away, and disappears into the mists. Now I’m beginning to feel ghostly hands tugging at my groin; I look down and see that I’m naked and as the girls move around me, they reach. I buttered my toast and ate it as I stood in my kitchen I took two gulps of tea and went back upstairs placing my cup on the bed side table I returned to the bathroom to check on my water which was ok I turned the taps off and climbed in feeling the hot water on my skin was nice after a hot night at the foundry where I worked. Leaning back into the water it felt nice as it covered my chest lying there was bliss the whole house was so quite the dogs had settled and I just lay there. I started to. Her name was Cherie (Shur-ee) Perry. She wasn't old and she wasn't ugly. We had just left Salt Lake City heading for Flint, Michigan.Cherie told me that she'd been driving for eight years starting when she was twenty. She always wanted to drive, and at age sixteen, started driving trucks on her dad's farm. She then moved to a semi and got her CDL at nineteen and has driven over the road ever since.I asked, "Cherie, I don't want you to take this wrong, but I want to know what it's like being a. My tastesrun more to sticky semen and the moisture from an aroused pussy. So nooffices for me, but even visiting my financial professionals can cause abit of scene. I've toned that way down now, no more raping my brokers.'Bad form' as one told me.Not that I go around raping people. I can shop without jumping onanyone, and aside from fondling the vegetables and fruit, my supermarkettrips are incident-free. It's just that sometimes I meet sexy peopleand, well, sometimes we both just want a quick.