And I guess I always did think that there were lots of things that they didnt talk about around me, but… My life was all I knew, and Ive always said... that I had a great childhood. I had a great adolescence too. Yet even back then, I knew that my life was anything but normal. But I sure as hell wasnt going to complain, like I said, it was great, if not a somewhat strange. It all started one night at dinner, a few weeks before my twelfth birthday. We were sitting at the table, Dad, Greta and I,. I was wrong. The second day she was home she came over. She did a pirouette in front of me and said:"What do you think?"I told her, "I think you are wasting your time by being here with an old guy when it is obvious that you can get anyone you want closer to your own age." No thanks" she said, "I tried a couple of them at school. They haven't a clue as to what they are doing and I don't have the patience to teach them."As she was talking she was shedding clothes, "Here on the floor, or up to. It felt as if I had suddenly acquired a family. We stopped at the first truck stop we came to. There were three empty stomachs that needed filling. Nothing was more filling than greasy truck stop food. Tessa was impressed when we parked in the part of the lot reserved for big trucks. Her little eyes got bigger and bigger as we pulled into a spot between two tandems. She was glued to my side as we walked by one of them. I could hear Sharon softly chuckle about my new appendage. Hey, to a six. I laughed at her.“That’s not how I fuck a slut. I am going to show you how I fuck a slut,” I boasted.She glanced back a little bit nervously.I reached forward, my cock still inside her. I grabbed her damp hair and pulled it back in a ponytail. I wrapped her hair around my left hand and pulled it tightly, wrenching her head back slightly. She made a groan and her entire body tensed up as she clamped onto my cock.I resumed fucking her, at first slowly and building in speed and intensity. I gave.