Now at the age of eighteen, she’d had more pricks than a second-hand dartboard, and she’d loved every single one. The big, the small, the cute and...the ugly – she had relished every one.As an aspiring cock connoisseur, she had recently begun keeping a journal in which she recorded her wide range of sampled penises, subsequently rating them out of ten on five different factors – size, taste, rigidity, vigour, and appearance. She had also recently discovered she had a liking for flashing her tits. It was magical.Jerry slowly walked around the truck, taking in the details of the paint job. Across the rear of the truck was the word, “Thunder.” Beneath that were the signatures, in a deep red, identifying Jerry Smith as the restorer, the paint shop, the metal plating shop, and the auto detailing company.He reached the open door and took in the interior of the truck. It was gorgeous with a soft gray seat cover. He ran his hand over the fabric amazed at the texture. He looked in the back at. “Jeez, Liz! A married guy with a kid? A guy who is ten years older than you are?”“Don’t hate me, Mikey! Please!”“I don’t hate you, but why on earth keep seeing him when you knew he had a wife and son?”“Because he made me feel good, and treated me really nice. You can’t even begin to imagine how good it feels.”“Does he know you can’t see him anymore?”“No. I have to find a way to let him know. I’d ask you, but...”“Yeah, I know,” I said. “Ready for the lecture?”“Get it over with,” she sighed.“How. “That was a mouthful”, she said as she spat the contents of his balls into a tissue. “You best cover up”, he said. “You are a very attractive and your tits are a real ‘traffic stopper’”. She smiled as she adjusted the straps of her dress and then redid her seat belt. “It that better?” she asked with a smile. “I do think it is a bit unfair”, she continued.“What is unfair?” he asked.“Well you have your cock and balls on display and I have to cover up my titties. I think your sexual apparatus is.