.Anyway we were both edging and trying to hold off cumming and trying to make our session last....I was getting very horny and pulled off all my cloth...s---he kept his shirt on. I was so aroused I had fleeting thoughts of asking him if I could suck his now hard cock.But he said he was very close to cumming and asked if I wanted to stroke him and make him cum. I said yes of course and asked him if he wanted to squirt on me. He agreed that he wanted to.So I lay on the couch below him and he moved. "My man's a truck driver."Occasionally during the ride to Albuquerque, Bill could almost feel Gail scrutinizing gaze as she appraised his ability to handle her truck.Finally they reached the truck stop just outside of town. As they walked into the building Bill turned to her and asked, "Did I meet your expectations?" Honey, you always meet and exceed my expectations."They made a quick pit stop, had a bite to eat, and soon were on the road again; next stop, Amarillo, Texas.Bill continued to. “So how is it that all of the football players are dating cheerleaders?” Sean asked. Although math was one of his favorite subjects, he was having a little trouble with the numbers.“That’s why I didn’t want to be a cheerleader,” Suzie said.“Why?” Sean asked. The speaker hanging inside the window of his truck was playing some suspenseful music. He wondered what was happening on the screen, but decided that the action inside the truck was a whole lot more interesting than the movie or what their. The first book she decided to put up was on the lower level. She did not squat or bend at the knees at all.. And there it was, that white ass looking right at my face. At that point i could not take any more and quickly asked "Do you need any help". She never missed a beat, never looked at me, just said "No, I got these but you can hold the ladder for me when i get passed the 4th row. I'm short and have to use it all the time". Thank god for that, she went back and got 4 more books, moved.