Damn, sister, you’re amazing! I am the luckiest son of a bitch on this planet to have you!” I exclaimed in wondrous rapture and admiration.“You ...eally think I’m that good, Davey?” she asked, almost shyly.“Seriously? Babe, I think that you KNOW how good you are. You are beyond what I could ever have imagined as being the best. You make me feel so out of this world and crazy, too, but in a good way. You make me cum so fucking hard, Amber! It’s a good thing that the parents are both at work; they. "Now my sweet slut you are going to face the camera and tell your name, address, phone number and office number to the perverts watching and ask them to come and fuck you for free; got that my sweet whore" he laughedShe was crying hard " Why are you doing this it will ruin my life please don't".Mona interrupted "She is right Jerry how about we make a deal we won't show this to anyone and you in return will be our little fuck toy and will do whatever we want you to agreed"? "Yes, yes anything. Is that some sort of reproach? Or does she think, after all, that I’m ugly but a good person? And retire to the coast? I couldn’t remember that plan but, then again, it’s some 35 years since Gaynor and I last talked. Did we really discuss such things way back then? I thought for a few minutes, mentally composing a reply. When I’d decided on my message, I suddenly wondered whether I should wait a few days before sending it. Don’t appear too eager to correspond. But why not? I argued with. 30am. About 7am we stopped at a service station/diner that was popular with truck drivers. The food would be good at a place like this; and it was. After a good hearty meal we were on our way again.Brett had a pillow with him and made him self comfortable with it against the window. He was able to get a bit more sleep and looked very relaxed as we travelled. He had his legs spread wide apart and after a while I noticed that he had what looked like, a semi hard-on lying down the left leg of his.