“Mmm, that looks downright delicious, Sammie.” I heard Brad say. I glanced back over my shoulder so he could see my ornery little grin. “Thanks... Want me to come back there and suck you again, or do you want to wait for a while?” “Probably better wait.” Brad replied with a grin. “I’m still a little sore from earlier.” Sore or not, I could still tell he was fully hard under those baggy shorts of his. You really couldn’t hide an eight inch boner under those type of shorts. Still, I’d do as he. To me, wearing panties and sucking on a man's cock came naturally and I could never understand about people worrying whether it was wrong. It felt good to me to be who I enjoyed being and whether it was right or wrong was other people's problem. All I needed was another pair of panties to wear and I would be whoever my trucker stud wanted me to be. He bought me over a fifty pairs that week and I wore every one of them for him and turned him on. Counting all the times we did it without me. ‘I put some of this cream I had on it and it should heal up nicely.’ Danielle looked at him with a blank face, ‘What do you want from me?’ ‘A ‘Thank You’ would be nice. I am not asking you for anything. You can leave if you wish’ he pointed towards the door as he finished his sentence, ‘if you decide to stay I am going to be making breakfast.’ He hobbled over towards the door and shut it abruptly. As the door closed Danielle looked up from her staring point in the middle of the carpet. She did. ..As her fingers brushed Hannah's clit, Hannah's breath caught in her throat, and her heart beat very rapidly, seemingly in anticipation. Samantha went back to the magic spot and pushed her fingertip onto it, rubbing in little circles. Hannah was letting out small cries, gaining in volume as her body reached the edge. Samantha gave one final stroke and a dam burst inside Hannah. She screamed in pure pleasure as her heart raced and her muscles tightened in great spasms around Samantha's fingers,.