She really didn’t understand, and I wasn’t sure I was in the mood to explain it to her.She squeezed my hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know, and ...hat was why I asked. I thought maybe you and Francine might have something going, but if that’s not the case then I won’t bring it up again.”I shook my head. “No,” I said before I took a deep breath and let it all out in a heavy sigh. “No, I said it was okay. I didn’t expect the direction of the question.”She nodded while watching me calm down. She was. Almost straight after a photo came through. She was naked, camera pointing down her body where beyond her naked tits her hand was pressed between her legs. "What do you say?" She asked. Already my cock was bulging through my jeans. I lowered them to my ankles, boxers too, and took a picture of my rock hard cock. I sent it straight to her. "That looks like a yes to me. Shall I come to you or are you coming to me" she asked. I explained I had been drinking and wouldn't be able to get to her, she. His hand felt large course as itcovered mine."You sure are pretty," Darryl said."Um...thanks, but I'm a ...you should know that I have ..." I know," Darryl said, grinning. "It's why I come to this bar. I lovetrannies."He pulled me tight, and I felt his cock against my legs. My breast formswere mashed against his chest, and I could feel his breath on my neck.Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the surroundings. But it feltdamn good.How many times does a man have to dance with you until you've. I closed my eyes, and worked my clit, then put two fingers of my other hand into my pussy, massaging my G-spot at the same time.I got close very quickly because I was already simmering, but wanted to see how the lorry driver was liking it. I opened my eyes and looked right at him with a smile. His eyes looked as if they would bug out of his head any second. He kept looking at the road, then back at me, then quickly at the road, then back at me.His reaction was all it took to push me over the.