The rig was probably from the 70s or early 80s and bore the scars of years of heavy use. The driver’s side door creaked open and slammed closed with...a reverberating clunk. Then I got my first glimpse of the driver. He was a big, husky, well -built man in his late forties. He wore ragged blue jeans and a sweat-stained T-shirt, along with ample facial hair. His unbridled masculinity contrasted strongly with my annoyingly still boyish frame. “What can I do for ya?” boomed his deep base voice. I. She tells me about her boyfriend though she never shared her sexual life with me. We both started staying in our apartment that our parents left for us. I and my sister share a great relation with each other. She cares for me and loves me more than anyone. My sister is 5 years elder to me i.e. 23 years old with an average figure. Her boobs are now 36b approx so you can imagine her size 5 years back when I first saw her breasts. The first time I saw her boobs from beneath her top was the first. ” He said in my ear.“Oh Lord…. Don’t go around showing people, namely, other women my photo.”“Naw, I am not that guy.”I shrugged. “You want me to get your back?” he asked.“Yes please.”He squeezed the body wash onto the sponge and started washing my back. His touch felt so good under the shower head. He worked his hands down my back, onto my ass. I let a moan escape my mouth. He bent down and washed my legs, right leg first. He left my leg and washed my foot, top and bottom.“Damn.” Was all I. She didn't promise to take it easy.Dawn weaned Mary, and Mary was not happy about it. I understood perfectly, I had been weaned at age one and had spent the next twenty-six years trying to cure that oversight. Dawn was starting to show at an earlier time in her pregnancy this time. She said the doctor told her that it was not unusual for that to happen.Andie had finally gotten back to one hundred percent of her capacity. She was working long days and taking care of paperwork in the evenings.I.