’ ‘Thanks.’ Always trust a cop or a truck driver about food on the highway. They know. We sat down and placed our order. I ordered a full brea...fast and he had their special. The nice thing about truck stops is that they make everything at all times of the day, trucker’s stomachs never read an etiquette book or paid attention to the clock. I wanted breakfast even if it was nine o’clock at night. We sat and ate our meal and just shared small talk. He was a local boy who wanted to help the. When she does, however, she sees Doctor Reading standing before her. See recognizes the woman right away.“We don’t have much time to get you moving,” the doctor says, kneeling down to help Story to her feet.“You’re a little late,” Story says groggily to the other woman.“And I would have met you sooner, if had you not gotten caught or Johann not moved quite so fast.”The last part of the statement sent alarm bells through her head. “What the fuck did he do to me?”“Nothing that can be undone,” the. Sliding it up the clitoral shaft, an edge catches on her urethra, giving her the feeling that she will squirt all over him. The sensation goes deep within her, causing her to take in a sharp breath, enjoy the arousal and then exhale with pleasure. He wraps his fingertip with the lace, scratching and pulling his way from her inner pussy lips to her clit. Right before his eyes, she oozes wetness, the droplets seeping from her pores. Her body withers on the bed, trying to escape the feelings and. All of that is simply a roundabout way of telling you why I'd be out of bed at 11:30 on a school night. I live at home with my older sister, Sara, and my mom, Janice. It has been just the three of us since my mom divorced seven years ago. After her divorce, my mom never really dated much and kept to herself socially for the most part. I guess that's where I get my own shy streak from. Her friends became more prominent around our house and things always seemed to be pretty quiet and.