I kissed her and continued to vary my strokes. After about five minutes, she squeezed me tight.“I’m close!” she gasped.No variation now, just sl...iding in and out. She wrapped her legs around my thighs and ground her clit into me. She groaned. It was not like the first time when she had screamed, loud and primal. But the orgasm was just as intense as I remembered. Her pussy started spasming, alternately clamping and releasing. I timed my thrusts to move when she was loose, and to be still when. A thing that I’d realized since I’d met Holly, was how prideless, opportunistic, wimpy ass bitches my friends were.I always thought that my fortune had a little something to do with how they acted so nicely around me. I mean, I rarely let them pay for anything, knowing they couldn’t afford all the fancy activates we indulged in. But I only realized how big that little something was when I’d befriended Holly, who didn’t let me spend a cent on her.Of course, I tested the theory, tried to find out. There he was lying on the bed with his back to the door. His bed was confusingly positioned in the middle of the room with his head uncomfortably propped up by two pillows, where traditionally his feet should be, his feet against the wall. And he was stark naked. I froze in the doorway, expecting him to turn and notice me at any second and for us to share the most mortifyingly awkward moment of our lives. But he didn’t. The room was silent apart from the dull inaudible hiss from the headphones. The ramp truck pulled up behind me and stopped. I got our of my car and walked back to his rig with my fag bag in hand. He motioned me around to the passenger door and I could hear the electronic lock open. I hopped up on the tank, opened the door and slid on to the passenger seat. The driver was talking on his radio to his dispatch and told the dispatch that he would park a the truck stop and wait for his next road service call. She told him to stay parked and not burn fuel cruising around. He.