Lascivious fantasies filled my head, causing me to make a wrong turn more than once. Once gotten my head out of the clouds and found the subway statio... and safely boarded the train car that would take me to the University, I couldn't help but look around at all the different women sharing the carriage with me. Not surprisingly, I was the only male riding today. All pregnancies were now asexual, so if a woman could, she chose for her child to be female. Only ten percent of fetuses had shota. Use that ass! Fuck it good.”“That’s a good little whore. You’re just a truck stop whore, aren’t ya, boy.”“Yes, sir. I’m a truck stop whore. I love trucker cock in my ass. Fuck me! Fuck my ass with that big trucker cock! Fuck me!”“Oh, yeah, dirty little truck stop whore. You can’t get enough of this cock, can ya?”“No, sir. I want it; I want your cock deep in my ass; I want it all. I want to feel your balls slapping against my ass. Fuck me! Fuck me!”The trucker began pounding into my ass,. Her bloody self!” I smiled again marvelling at his obvious excitement in just meeting me, “ Look,” he continued, “ I have to get back now, was just having a stroll in this lovely weather, but can we get a drink together tonight?”“Yes of course John, we’d love to. Say The Dutton’s Arms on the front at 8.30pm?” I smiled again as he took my hand, nearly shaking it off at the wrist,” God I’d love that, my A.J. you look so fucking hot, pardon my French, you look gorgeous!” I looked down at myself, I. "They're very much in love, Mrs. Anderson," Val assures her."As were Mr. Anderson and I, but I'm sure we had no notion of touching each other in front of other people quite so much."Val nods."Probably just nerves then," she says.I chime in."Dave comes from a very demonstrative family. Very Northern Californian." They just need to settle down a little," Val adds. "It probably helps them a lot to know that the other is there when they need them."Mrs. Anderson casts another worried glance toward.