“Jack Brewster Trucking, Rockridge, Alabama”, it said on the door, and there were eighteen state stickers on the side of the cab. You know how wh...n you were a kid, there was always one thing that you dreamed of doing or being when you grew up? Well, I wasn’t a kid anymore, but that Mack became it for me. I didn’t know Jack Brewster, but I didn’t have to know the man to know what he was. He was an owner-operator, and right then, I decided that’s what I was going to be…, well, someday, anyhow, . "You OK?" I teased.Rosanna looked up, her eyes playful and bright. She bounded over and jumped up on the couch, landing next to me and swinging her legs across my lap."I was just seeing if I needed to shave my legs," she explained. "Whaddya think?"What the hell, I thought, and ran my hand up her calves, and from the outside to the inside of her thighs. Her legs were smoother than nearly anything I had ever felt. She looked at me thoughtfully, expecting a verdict.Leaving my hand on her thigh, I. ”A content, easy smile broke across her face, she was loving this.“Put your hand on my breast.”He happily complied, cupping her..“Yeah, just like that, perfect.”Her nipples grew to full hardness as he played with them and a little moan escaped her lips.“I also like… this… rubbing up against me.”Embarrassingly, he scooted back a couple inches.She frowned.“No, don’t be embarrassed… I like feeling it rub up against my thigh.”He moved closer again.“MMM… and it’s hard again.”He blushed.“I don’t. . wherever it was we were heading.’ He groaned and closed his eyes. ‘God, I suck at words. That made no sense.’ ‘It was fine, Less.’ He opened his eyes as he felt her hand on his elbow. ‘But I need to help, and then I want to shower.’ ‘OK. Why don’t we meet back here in an hour? Don’t forget, the twins’ graduation party is at noon.’ ‘Um.’ She squinted at the fields, and he followed her gaze, Brian and Tim were staring at them. ‘No, not here. Can we meet at the boathouse? Say, in a couple of.