‘So you think you could handle being married to a trucker huh…is that a proposal?’ She ran a fingertip over his lips. ‘Maybe, someone has to k...ep you out of trouble.’ ‘And who better than the one who gets me into it to take on the job. So how about it Reni Marks, you think you could take on the job and see it through?’ ‘Sure, but only if you tell me who I’m marrying, Devlin Morris the truck driver, or Devlin Morris, the man who owns DM Trucking, one of the biggest hauling companies on the west. You think you're being cute, but sometimes it's not funny." Well, did you?" insisted Mindy, looking at her mother.Cora had known this would happen sooner or later, but she thought she'd have some time to plan for it. She turned around and looked at Bob.Bob stepped forward and got on one knee in front of Mindy."How would you feel about it if we HAD done that?" he asked his niece."I'm not sure" she answered. "Did you?" Lets say, for the sake of argument, that I not only had sex with your mother,. We were ON! We bunkered up and loaded up two extra fuel pods on deck. We burned diesel south, then west out of Sydney harbor, the north-west into the Arabian sea. Sure, we ran into rough weather. Everything was tied down and we maxed out our diesels. We hit the gulf of Oman and didn't slow down. (MANPADS=shoulder fired surface-to-air missile)We damned near did an immelman around the spur and headed due west for Quatar. We screeched into port and dropped that damned thing on the government dock. Bruce parted my legs so wide that my butt poked up in the air, maneuvering between my thighs, I felt Bruce as he dribbled his spit into my butt crack. Then I felt the warm rubbery rigid ball of his cock head as it slid up and down my butt crack. 'NOOOO', I whimpered as Bruce poised his cock head right over my anal opening and begin to apply pressure. I tried to clinch my buttocks tight, Bruce had spit generously into my butt crack and his cock was oozing copious amounts of pre-cum. The.