You go by it every time you visit me” I said. “How many guys..er..trucks are in there?” Z asked. “A couple hundred. Some with wives or g...rl friends but all with beds”. I told her. “Beds, what do you mean beds?” she asked. I could tell she was mentally picturing a conventional bed and wondering where they put it. In the trailer, on the tarmac or just where? “Can we take a look?” She asked. I turned on my CB and slowly drove down between the rows of big rigs. “Any body. I live with my mom and my younger sister Sanvi so this story start with me addiction of chatting on yahoo and to suppress my arousal feeling by doing hot chat on cam, jo baad me mere liye bahut harmful shabhit hui when I was 19 year old, this story when I started chatting with unknown person my stats back then is 32B-26-34, Very Fair in looks, small pony tail and round ass.I love to wear western but I never wear it because my mom doesn’t let me. Now when I was 20 year old I started chatting. Over time it has evolved and changed as I have fine tuned and added fresh requirements to my ideal female smorgasbord.Now I could ramble on for hours sharing with you every minute detail of what it is that excites me so and what the main qualities are that I look for in a woman but why go to all that trouble.My fetish is simple.I like boobs and the bigger the better. I just love to grope and fondle them, to sink my fingers into the soft but firm flesh, to squeeze and massage them, to revel in. Twat. Cunt. Pussy. Whatever you wanna call it.At this point she was uncontrollable, to say the least. It seemed as if the severity of the occasion had finally gotten to her, and she was in an uncontrollable need for penis. I, of course, would be the one whom it belonged to and the one that would be giving it to her.She paid my rock hard cock attention for a few moments with her mouth before dropping down onto the tiled floor, her one-piece pulled up to her hips, saying "take me now!"I would not.