"Just then, Mike made a show of stepping outside the door to the otherbooth. Before the door could close, the truck driver was stepping inside.I could...see through the hole as he rubbed the front of his jeans. It wasstarting to bulge out and I ran a finger around the inside of the hole.He didn't hesitate a second and started unzipping his pants. Pulling themdown along with his underwear released an average sized cock that wasquickly getting hard. Even though this guy was a jerk, my mouth began. "You still have time." Where are you going?" Eddie asked, sitting at the kitchen table as I headed for the garage. I'd asked him if I could go out for a while. I was hoping to avoid that question."Seth gets off at four," I replied, glancing at the clock. It was four fifteen. I'd decided to give him time to get home."Weren't you there last night, too?" Eddie asked casually, turning the page in his magazine."Yes. I was," I admitted, stopping in the doorway to turn and face him. Obviously, I. I looked in the mirror and liked what I saw. The combination of C-cupbreast forms, waist clincher and the pleated skirt gave me a wonderfulgirly shape, and the boots added a nice streetwise touch to the totalpicture.Becca took my hands and started to paint my nails a bright red, addingsome silver sparkles to the tips as a bonus. The girls rummaged throughGabrielle's drawers and started decorating me with earrings, rings,braces and a pearl necklace. Some puffs of a totally feminine perfumemade. I liked her attitude and found myself spending more and more time with her online. We got along very well, sometimes exchanging personal information.Whitney had told me she was living at the Mission Children's home because her stepfather had abused her. No one knows where her mother is since she left the family a year ago. It was the classic dysfunctional family.She wanted to know how old I was, if I was married, and what kind of job I had. Socializing wasn't a problem for me as long as it.