I was helpless. Tracey was proof positive you didn't need to be a Boy Scout to tie knots."Over to the vanity" she scooted me. She guided me down to th... stool. "A little lipstick... a little blush... a little mascara..." she spoke to no one in particular as she applied each. "One of these times I'm going to have to get your ears pierced. It would be just divine." She teased.When she was satisfied with her work she helped me stand up and guided me to the bed. Three more coils of rope and I was. ” Both Sarah and I agreed. I thought back to the few times we,d spent in his ex wife Nina,s company. A shallow ungenuine woman that who Intook an instant dislike To despite her made for sex body and her open flirtations with me and how she would “accidentally” let me touch her big titties or her shapely ass. Sarah had also told me she thought Nina was a “phoney friend” and it hadn,t taken long for her to prove it. Any way Ken was quite merry when we got to the pub and by the time closing time. By now, I was clawing at his bed in the cab of his big truck, and rocking that thing for all it was worth. I could hear whooping outside the cab as a few other drivers were cheering him on to fuck the shit out of me, although they had no idea I was a crossdressing slut. Once he was in, he poured more lube on his condom-covered cock as he began to rock back and forth with so much force, I thought he would come out of my mouth. "Tear it up! Motherfucker!" I yelled as I fucked back onto him while. Greg had always loved his home town and the rolling countryside surrounding it. The seasons moved slowly there with summer lingering long into fall and fall reluctant to become winter. Winters were usually mild, making the occasional snow events all the more exciting. Now, this job which he loved made it possible to continue living there.When his break time came around, Greg stepped outside the bunker walls. He stood, upwind of the smokers, watching the grey clouds roll in over the Blue Ridge..