He and mom met in New York. I don't know why she was there, but she was."I was about three years old when mom was killed by a drunk driver. I don't re...member her at all. But I do remember that Dad was terribly hurt by her death. Maybe that's why I tried to draw you out tonight. You were lost in your memories and pain, just like Dad was, then. I remember that I was scared all the time because my poppa was gone, even when he was right there."Then, when I was about five, something happened and, all. It appears as if all my ladies seem to have either got dates already for the night or I may have missed them Yes, I am into the ladies for the most part. Most here don’t believe I am a trucker since I look a lot different than your average truckers. I stand at 5’2 around 140 to 150 or so but I’m very fit and leaned thanks to the heavy unloads and loads the job keeps me fit for the most part, and I am very cautious with the eating. These chicken wings are my first eating out food I have ordered. Her fake tits heaved as her cunt milked my spurting girl-dick. My balls unloaded my futa-spunk into her twat. I gasped, the dual pleasures shooting through me.“Ms. Pearce!” she moaned. “Oh, god, yes, yes, I love your girl-dick! It’s the best!”“Yes, it is!” I moaned, leaning back and panting. I blinked my eyes, my breasts rising and falling in my blouse. “Oh, damn, that’s good.”I sat there for a moment, reveling in the buzz of my orgasm. Then I looked up at the CFO. Behind him, more people were. Fabienne held my mother by the chain around her neck so that she could not thrust her mouth down around the base of his cock.“Is this proper behavior at the breakfast table?” Robert asked. I wasn’t sure if he was speaking in general about proper Victorian decorum, or he was concerned Nanette, and I might witness this. My back was to the wall.“You work so hard, dear Robert. Did you not know that Connasse poses for artists and cavorts like a common strumpet around Pigalle square? What she is.