" Thank you" she told him, and released the intercom.Silence."I'm sure it'll go down by then." he told her."I'm really sorry about this. Really." and ...she was.She liked Gary, it was really nice to meet someone so funny and so utterly separate from her life in the music industry. He was exactly the kind of nice, normal guy she needed in her life."It's okay, it's weird, but it's very cool that you're willing to do this for such a good cause. That takes a lot of, um, gumption? Is that the word?" It. She is lovely, half black, half white with short raven hair and flashing, electric black eyes, a beautiful smile and adventurous spirit. We have flashed truckers many times on the highway and toured a couple of sleepers at rest stops.On the way back from the store, the driver was still at the wheel doing paperwork. We walked over to his door we complimented his tractor. After a couple of minutes chat, he asked whether we would like a tour. YES! we both said.Once in the cab and sleeper, the tour. ...a picture....panties on the floor.Then me and the silence of the wild, again....alone, with my thoughts....Beebeep....text......your wife is a slut......imagine how she is about to suck two strangers now.....sits on her knees, waits on her presents as a little girl in front of the christmas three waits for her presents.....now she unwrappes the first one.....holds it, investigates it.....pulls the foreskin back and it grows in her hand...now it is fully erected, pulsating, veins filled with. Stepping off the train from Nice, she looked like she had just stepped out of a salon, instead of getting off of a five and a half hour train ride from the south of France. Her hair, worn tight against her head, was perfect, not a strand out of place, showing off her round face. Her makeup was impeccable, lipstick and cheekbones by the book. You had to be intimate with her to see the depth of powder and concealer that covered the dark circles under her eyes and fine wrinkles in the corners of.