Further down a short black skirt sat on her hips and again there was fishnet, this time in the form of a pantyhose. Black leather half-boots finally b...ild the closure of the outfit. I could only get glimpses of her face, but I could see her brown eyes, outlined by black mascara building a stark contrast to her white skin. It was hard to tell her age but guessed that she was between 17 and 21 years old. I decided she would be my unwilling playmate tonight and started my way towards her. It took. Wo haamri buliding ke side wali building ke 3 rd floor pe ek kiraye makan m rehti thi. Uska husband bilkul acha nhi tha chota sa motu sa. Aur wo jayada tar bhar hi rehta tha to bhabhi akeli rehti thi. Unki friend thi uske pados wali lady. Isley unse baat kar pana muskil tha. M unhe 2 mahine se line dene laga jab m gradutation complete kar li tab. To wo mujhe chat pe mil jaya karti thi wo merimaa ki frnd thi . To mujhe janti thi. M uski tarf smile karta to bhi normal smile karti thi .Kabhi kabhi. I will enjoy your company.” “Cool! What kind of stories do you write?” she asked. Most truckers I know are a curious bunch. So, I saw no harm in answering her. “I write stuff you probably wouldn’t want to read.” “Oh, I don’t know about that,” she replied. “I read some stuff that would embarrass most people.” I continued to try to evade her question. “Oh, I write stuff you probably don’t know and most likely wouldn’t like.” “Don’t bet on it! I have a computer in my truck and I go to web sites. After our grueling day on the road spending lots and lots of money, Erika suggested that we relax Japanese style once we got home. Let me tell you ... it took her awhile to convince me, but eventually her words ... and this here bottle of wine ... were all I needed. So here we are!” she said slurring her words a bit and raising her arms up to expose more of her full bosom to the Texas air. “And let me tell you, gentlemen ... It ... feels ... fabulous!”“It certainly looks fabulous from this.