The day had started like any other day. Jon had gotten up early and made breakfast for his sister, his mother had gone on one of her "vacations" the n...ight before, which all his life had been code for going to the city for a week or two to party. Since his father had died, she had done this about every other month. The only thing different about the day is that it was his little sister's birthday, so he had gotten up early and put in extra effort. He had always thought that his sister, Alisha,. They’d honk, yell, and do whatever they could to thank her for the twat shot. All except Cliff, he already had a free fuck ticket. They’d both flashed truckers on their way down 95 to school two weeks ago, and Lauren got moist every time it crossed her mind. Cliff had called, and hooked up with them just south of DC and he’d fucked them both in the sleeper of his Kenworth. “At least I won’t have to worry about Cliff on this trip, but I expect I’ll show some leg to the trucker boys.” laughed. Can you bear to have on your conscience the drivers who will drive into buildings, pedestrians and other cars? Lady, showing your bare breasts on the street would be a major-league traffic hazard." They're not breasts, they're tits. But okay," Ginger replied, slipping her shirt back on. She just wore it like a vest, making no effort to pull it over her breasts, let alone button it."But that's ... that's... ," Kathy stammered." ... what my man calls them, so they're tits!" Ginger said with. "It's the way he thinks of himself!" Now, listen, girl. Tad's not the only guy in the world who's got a small-dick hang-up. I've even known some guys who were pretty well-hung who had gotten the idea, somewhere, that they weren't big enough, and they were constantly doubting themselves because of it. The last thing you ever want to do is take any chance at all that Tad will think you feel that way!" Well, I don't feel that way! I think Tad's just -- fine." Listen, girl. Tad really is just fine..