He was skull fucking the hell out of her when I dropped my pants and pulled her head to face cock. "hey, what the fuck, I only need one ride" she belt...hed out, saliva dripping from her mouth as she fell over to the floor. "It's his truck, but I'm driving" I snarled. " If you want to walk that's fine but a ride to town is BJ and pussy for us both, take it or leave it." She made her way to her feet, grabbed the bottom of her blouse and pulled it over her head, those big titties flopped down like. " So, Man ... go on already!" O.K. Well, she did it. She did a damn striptease right in front of me." All the way?" All the way. The real thing." What was it like?" You've never seen a girl strip before?" Jack asked wryly."Fuck you, Man!" Jack exclaimed. "I've never seen one of my girlfriends do a striptease!" Sorry, Man. You're right. Well, what can I say. Kristi has a rockin' body, like you said. She's not a petite girl. She definitely has meat on her bones. But she's really tight from. These kids are nine years old. Nine. Not nineteen or sixteen or even thirteen. Nine. So why do they have to do the whole romantic and flirty thing? Watching them make goo-goo eyes at each other and say things like “My girlfriend and me really like singing together” just made me cringe. I didn’t want to correct him to “my girlfriend and I” as much as to “my friend and me.” Kids that age are supposed to make cute grammatical errors; they are not supposed to have lovers.Yes, I said lovers, because. I asked where he was from and he said “San Luis.” I understood Saint Louis, as in Missouri, but he explained he was from a town in Mexico, not Missouri. Dummy me.I asked him if he liked American women.“Si,” he responded in Spanish.I brushed back my hair over my shoulder with my hand and asked him if he found me attractive. I was nervous as hell.“Yes,” he replied in English. “I love American women.”Our conversation was rather light. He said he had been working as a landscaper for about ten.