It was a LTD (Lady Truck Driver) asking for help! I keyed my mic and told her to go to Channel 24 so we could talk. She replied "Gone!"I quickly wiped...as much lube off of my finger tips as I could and reached up to change the channel on my radio. It must have been only 10 seconds but it seemed like hours, I heard "Fishlady here. You out there?" I keyed my mic and told her "10-4, they call me Flavor Savor, I got a bodacious Hairy Lip, and I use it to savor the flavor! What kind of help are you. Suddenly, the kisses stop, and he presses his hard on into the cushion of my round ass, making sure I feel the seriousness of his passion. His hand that was, oh so tantalizing just a moment ago is now holding my body to his with pressure on my chest. I gasp as he has caught me off guard. My breathing quickens. My porcelains white breasts are heaving. He lessens his grip but keeps his hand on my chest. He grabs the low-neck line of my tank top and says, “I know what you want me to do. You want. I'm sorry, Andy."Regan wasn't sure why she was sorry. But she was. She felt badly about the way Andy, who had impressed her with his manners and his courtesy — not to mention the straight right hand that felled Wyatt on the highway — had been treated. Then she realized that she had friends who acted the same way. Some of the girls she knew had boyfriends that their fathers approved of but tended to hang out with other guys any chance they got. She was pissed off that someone would treat a nice. “Well, other than Linda here, my biggest hobby has been gaming. Holly here is the one that really got me into it, we were dating when I started playing. And I’ve been lucky in that I have had a lot of support in doing it.” I made some popcorn as the girls then filled her in on many of the things I had done over the years. Conventions, awards, and even helping start the company that was doing “dirty dungeons”. At that I protested.“Frannie, you have played them. Are they really dirty?”“Well,.