This is my buddy the trucker said, I’ve been waiting for him to get here so that we can really treat you like the whore you are.I couldn’t believe...he had got somebody else to stop. I just smiled at him and said that I wanted them to treat me like a whore, his friend came in front of me and his cock was out and only semi hard, I took it in my mouth and started to suck and swallow it, all the time I was wanking the truckers cock to keep him hard, I swapped cocks constantly, I was loving having 2. Oh, say ‘hello’ to Ping later.” I put the phone down, feeling more at peace after the conversation, finished my beer, locked the front screen door, turned off the TV (the game had finished and I didn’t even see the score!) and lay my head back and slept.I woke to a noise, focused my sight in the darkening room, and looked at the door where, not unexpectedly, Ping was smiling through the screen door at me. “Chao Anh, can I come in?” I rose from the sofa and opened the door, and Ping jumped at me. So keeping a firm grip on my shoulder bag I kept going, and looked in the little shop windows. I wasn't in a hurry and I knew the stop I had to get off at was called the Bowery Station. It was apparently named after that section of the city that had all the hobos from ages gone by, and I thought to myself that they must have moved inside to the subway, as I noticed some of them laying up against the station walls.Hearing the roaring sound of the train as it entered the station, I waited until. I knew that Lori and had only been married about six months so I was just a little confused about what she had in mind. As she continued to kiss me my hand had started to slide under her blouse and up to her right tit. I grabbed her nipple and rolled it between my finger and thumb pinching it a little ever so slightly. Lori arched her back and thrust her breasts closer to me, as though offering them to me for my taking. So I stopped kissing her and unbuttoned her blouse and then kissed her down.