She struggled with the door as it closed behind her, but once she got passed the entrance and made her way through the crowd he saw how her pale yello... summer dress swayed above her knees with every step. Strands of her dark hair framed her face and itched to have fingers run through them. She seemed to be looking for someone and looked around the bar with wide eyes. When she fell into him he grabbed onto her and was able to get a better look into her face. Whatever make up she must have. I felt our vehicle begin to go up a steep grade and could hear the loud laboring engine of a transport truck ahead of us. I felt our vehicle move left into the passing lane but rather than accelerate, Brian overtook at a pace close to that of the truck just next to us. I knew the trucker must be getting an eyeful of my naked body and my fingers began to race faster. Open your eyes! He said. I did and looked over to see we were now parallel to the truck. I looked up and saw the trucker staring. "Or some kind of flyingbullet-proof superhero, like Superman or Wonder Woman!"D grinned. "I'd like to see someone do Wonder Woman."C shook his head, still laughing. "You're stuck on that seventiesWonder Woman show with, what's her name, Linda somebody?" Lynda Carter," D corrected. "And you've got to admit - she hasfabulous boobs!" He glanced at his partner. "And I know you've got athing for nice boobs!"C frowned. "Getting kind of personal, aren't you?" Sorry. Anyway, while we're on the. But about my husband, Jerome. Let me see how I can say this. My husband was a ....my husband was cross dressing sissy whore that loved big black dick. There I said it. Now understand that I loved my husband very much and still do. The divorce was all him. I supported him and his preferences. I even helped him with perfecting his look and all that went with his lifestyle. Now that that is said this black monster was his. And as for why it was on the floor. The screaming the neighbors reported.