е. бабушку Клавы, в ее честь мама и назвала свою дочь. И ей, маме, была очень дорога п...�мять о покойной матери, поэтому она и слышать не хотела о смене имени дочери.И это обидное «Клава-шалава» наложило сильный отпечаток на жизнь девочки, на ее характер. Она выросла замкнутой, необщительной, озлобленной, подавленной. И хоть от природы она была девушкой довольно-таки симпатичной, но ее вечно хмурое выражение лица, затравленный взгляд, манера одеваться очень просто и невыразительно – все это. ."She let her voice trail off. Then she sat up, gave me an intense look, and whispered into my ear, " ... I'll fuck the hell out of you."I smiled. I bit the end of my tongue.By now Anne was standing with a few of her teammates talking. The coach blew a whistle, and they ran off toward the locker room. I went after her.Somehow, some way, I had to win this.I found her outside the locker room bent over a water fountain. She was wearing tight cotton gym shorts and a white t-shirt. Sweat still. “Get in,” she said.The Jeep was extra high on lifts with extra large tires and Tuck had to pull himself up to get into it.“This is a Texas Jeep,” said Paula laughing.She cranked the engine and drove the short distance across the street as Tuck pointed to Paula where his car was parked. Paula pulled next to it and turned the engine off.“Mr. Tuck?” Paula asked, “Do you feel like having a night cap with a Texas lady? At that she pulled a bottle of Jim Beam Bourbon out from under the driver’s seat. I took my hand off my wet organ to roll the wheel to my right, easing the seats back to go horizontal. I turned the ignition once, not to start the engine, just power the window, and let the driver window open down, the inrush of cool air doing nothing to cool my determined ardor.He was almost to the car, and I was in full flow, I closed my eyes an rubbed myself like crazy, would he see me, would he reach in and touch me, stick his cock in the window for me to suck, everything was running.