Naïve to the ways of the real world, his life had been centered on school.But who was I; a social outcast, a female trucker with no friends, just acq...uaintances. I was a woman in a man's body, doing a predominantly man's job, and I was doing it by choice. When I had first started out with my father, I had dreams of meeting a strong dominant man, who would sweep me off my feet; someone to be in charge. After five years on my own, making my own choices, living my life the way I wanted to, that man. My hard dick was now rubbing her inner thighs as I bend down and placed my tongue on her moist pussy. She screamed a load as I placed my tongue on her pussy. She held my head tight and started to press my head with her thighs. Her butt started to move as she was pulling my hair and moaning loudly. I felt more juices dripping and she was reaching her climax.I started to move my tongue deep and deeper fucking her pussy with my tongue as her juices filled my mouth. Her butt was moving up n down. I. But its soooo hard – you’re sooo nice,” she moaned. “Norah sounds like she’s just looking out for you,” he comforted. “Really? You think so?” she looked up at him for reassurance and all he could do was shrug his shoulders in an ‘I guess so,’ kind of way. She squeezed him a little tighter before speaking again. “Can I ask you something?” “Of course.” “Do you consider it to be cheating if your girlfriend is in a different country?” He let out a small laugh, “Let me ask you first. How would. Point for him. It was kind of hot not knowing exactly who was grinding up on her from behind, and she allowed herself to close her eyes and to raise her hands up as she swayed to the music, allowing the stranger to run his hands up and down her scantily clad body. She let her hands reach behind her head to feel the stranger's features. She felt his hair first; it felt a little shaggy, but clean. Then his face - it was smooth with defined cheekbones. As she began to pull her hands away, she felt.