Her head was resting beside mine now as our breathing slowed and I enjoyed the warmth of her body, luckily we were under the covers because I didn’t...want her to notice how hard I was just by her touch. “Max c-can I ask you something?”“Sure.”“Have you had sex before?” I was admittedly shocked by her question and she must’ve noticed because she quickly said, “I’m so sorry was that too far? I-I didn’t mean to pry into your personal life.”“It’s alright,” I laughed at how embarrassed she was and. I didn't consider how fucked up in thought that was. I was blinded with rage-- and stupidity.I heard a tearful, "I'm sorry, Buck," from the far side of the cab.I cranked up the stereo almost full blast to block out any further thoughts or conversation, and my Blaupunkt speakers rattled until they were nearly dead as we hit 92mph on the deserted country road. I zoned out, just thinking over and over, things like: `Little goddamn smart-ass mother fuckin' cock suckin' goddamn mother fuckin' little. Though the air was hot and dusty, two great metal fans were making an attempt to keep the dust at bay. One rotated slowly within a wall and the other in the low ceiling. The lighting was also dim, an attempt, perhaps, to hide just how filthy the floor was. Syn stood on he tippy toes, attempting to peer over the shoulder of the large man standing in front of her. The line didn’t seem to be moving. Having just turned 18, Syn was now allowed to help her Uncle with the financial aspect of the. She disappeared into the bedroom and in moments returned, dancing to the rhythm of the hot, sexy jazz beat.Gina applauded and whistled at the fifteen-year-old throughout the show, her own pussy tingling inside as she watch the obviously aroused girl dance.By the time Leslie had finished she had become a bit sweaty and breathless from the exercise and she threw herself onto the couch, cuddling next to her lover."That was wonderful." Gina told her. "You must do that for me more often." You make.