One said to the other, “I’ll bet that any minute now some old senior is going to walk by, put his face to the window, and ask what we’re selling...”Sure enough, just a moment later, a curious senior gentleman walked up to the window, looked around intensely and rapped on the glass, then in a loud voice asked, “What are you selling here?”One of the men replied sarcastically, “We’re selling ass-holes.”Without skipping a beat, the old timer said, “You must be doing well ... Only two left.”Seniors --. .We were never separated and became a loving family . I loved Rachel and my two boys but we later found very little time to be intimate.When we would it was mainly a quickie until she had lost a child and had her tubes tied. She seemed to lose interest in having sex all together and our love life stalled. When some new people moved in next door it all changed. Kay and Randy were a young couple ,ten years younger to be exact. Kay was 26 ,a bit on the chunky side with big tits .A blonde babe. I was about to take that cock into my hand and get to work when I’m suddenly ordered. “No hands yet, Bitch.” Followed by, “Only your pretty mouth is allowed to touch my cock until I say.”I obliged by sitting on my hands and moving my face towards his super erect cock. I was salivating like a dog at this stage, I extended my dripping wet tongue towards the base of the cocked forcefully licked the base of his cock, making my way slowly up towards the shiny bulbous head. I circled my tongue around. The rig was wearing about a hundred clearance lights and a chrome silhouette of a naked woman decorated the grill. It was big and black and beautiful with a long sleeper cab, and it made my old Tri-State Jimmy look like the ugly stepsister of the family. “Jack Brewster Trucking, Rockridge, Alabama”, it said on the door, and there were eighteen state stickers on the side of the cab. You know how when you were a kid, there was always one thing that you dreamed of doing or being when you grew up?.