"Hurry up, don't need you getting pneumonia. We'll warm up inside before we head out."He finally managed to draw his eyes away from her young, maturin... genitals and made his way back to the bunker, carrying his razor and the wet jeans. Inside, he added wood to the fire and sat down. His cock was still hard from the sight of Kieu-Linh's beautiful virgin pussy. He slowly caressed his length through his pants, debating in his mind whether the slow progress they'd made in their relationship was to. Father O'Brien told me a parishioner had asked him if it was all right to smoke while praying. "No," he said, "but it's OK to pray while smoking." Which isn't much to the point but it's funny. So I can't fuck while writing but maybe I can write while fucking except the fountain pen would probably leak and there's no way to get a keyboard in bed. Unless I got one of those wireless ones. Which reminds me I've got to buy a whole new set of linens because everything is wearing out, and there's no. Three days later Brian Miller, the general manager called me to come into his office, before my next trip. I went down to headquarters and up to Brian's office. In the room was this slim good-looking guy with neat dreads about twenty-five."Kevin," he said to me, "I'd like to introduce you to your new road buddy, Donte Green. We just hired Donte, and he's new to long-distance trucking, but we figured that under your expert guidance he might work out." Oh," I said. "I thought you were gonna pick. I unlocked the door, and he got out.He was gone for several minutes. Then, I saw him coming down the stairs to the street.“Sir,” he began, “I could not get any of my friends to answer their doors or phones. I do not have any cash.”“Well, I guess we will have to figure out something else.” My eyes raked up and down his body, lingering on his crotch. I was obvious.“Hey, I am not into that,” he said when he realized what I had in mind.“It is up to you, k**. Either I call the police and they.