She reached down and slid her hand under her black jean skirt and realized that she’d left her thongs in the truck. “Oh fuck it,” she muttered a...d motored on, her full red bush on display for the truckers. She looked over at Lauren and her legs were splayed open as well, showing her light brown, short bush to every trucker that happened to glance over. Neither one cared. They were both wet with sweat since Red, the old ’99 Corolla, had no A/C. Mom, 43, tall, pale-skinned and with a bright red. .say? Bellowsdoes. Please come to me when it gets rough?......And Ro? My time isalways yours...even if you think I will not understand it? I can listenand keep quiet!" Yes Ma'am? It's just trying to stay....'levelheaded' Each day is hard,I am not sure if that day....the ancient part of me is running the show?Or the human? Or the Drow? Or a combo of both?" Well just take it one day at a time?" she suggests to me."I can try?" All I can ask...is try? But get going ....if you want to? Please takeit. At last he pulled away to gasp a breath from the intensity of their fiery kisses. The warmth of her body as he held her in his arms made her want him urgently. He felt an almost uncontrollable urge to tear away the deep velvet robe that clung to her separating their flesh. His hands gently traced the outline of her firm breasts through the fabric as she sighed a moan of contentment from is touch. His hands slid down the robe that hugged her curves, he reached an edge of the robe peeling it. I just couldn't work up the wherewithal to even care if I ever got up for work anymore. My life was over; kick the dirt over me because I'm dead. My body just hasn't realized the fact that my brain and my heart are dead. Still, I did have an important client coming in today.I finally dragged my body out of bed and shut that damn alarm off. They were playing 'TGIF', that damn Friday song. Well, they may thank God it's Friday, but I would give everything I have, or ever hope to have, to make it.