She gets all antsy but calms down after few compliments about her hair, or her legs. She works hard on both, you know.”Dad cleared his throat, then ...ent on.“Women need to feel men’s attention though they often profess to spurn it. Your mother’s not a buxom woman. A bigger woman would wear a revealing blouse. Women like your mother emphasize other things, like their hair or legs. They all have something and know how to use it, just to get a few glances, to let them know they still have it.”Dad. I was a cocksucker. Not just a guy who could suck cock but a true artist according to Bobby, whose cock had been in many a mouth before he got engaged. I was not only good at it, but was able to do something no girl had managed."Holy shit!" I remember Bobby exclaim when he felt my lips around the base of his manhood and the tip of his long spear hitting my throat.How did I get so good? Practice, although to be honest I was inspired by my love of Bobby more so than any faceless other dick that. If it is someone near here -- within fifty, sixty miles or so -- I will take you there, to that person. Think of someone! If you cannot, I will have to turn you over to Mr. Martinez, the owner of this place."The girl did not protest further. I showed her how to get into the sleeper unit immediately behind the driver's compartment. She was impressed with the spacious sleeper. Well, why not? Our Peterbilt was only three years old, and we had a huge, well-appointed sleeper attached to the cab.. Suddenly she came into the room shut the monitor’s screen and was getting furious at me (of course who wouldn’t) She took me to the other room and was screaming at me like anything. She asked me that why I was looking into her pc’s downloaded files and even more to that checking out her pictures, I exclaimed to her that I had a crush on her for a very long time now and just couldn’t control myself. I didn’t know why I told her this as I knew she would get more angry at me but to my surprise she.