” I sang.“Okay,” she sighed. “My family has money. I’m Charlotte Anne Kennedy.”“You keep repeating that as if you expect precise repetit...ion to somehow give you a different result. That never works. God, it would make my life so much easier if it did. Programming would be a piece of piss.”She looked blank.“Piece of piss – really easy,” I clarified. Despite her grovelling in the murky depths of the English language on television, she really wasn’t clued up on the slang.She paused for a long time,. Deal?”“Deal,” I mumbled, and started to slide his cock in and out of my mouth quickly.“Cheat! You got a – pardon me – head start!”I laughed – or at least mumbled a laugh, but kept bobbing up and down.He pulled his smartphone over, and set a timer for four minutes. “We’ll each work on the other for four minutes, then switch. OK?”I flicked my eyes up to his, smiled, and went back to sliding my mouth up and down his cock, stopping every once in a while to get my breath, and perhaps change my angle. ‘What was that, dude?’ ‘Over there. Sounded like a crash.’ A high-pitched voice came out of the truck. Inside, a beautiful brunette in a red and blue plaid flannel shirt was hunched over the steering wheel. The truck was still in reverse and still beeping. The loud revving of her foot still pushing the gas pedal made the whole scene really noisy. She had backed into a fence in front of some fine pines. John and Dave walked over toward the revving truck. ‘Isn’t that one of yours?’ The truck had. “man, when I tell you she was hot I mean she was smoking hot”, Said Steve, “dressed in fuck me red spandex trousers, a thigh tight glitter top that just showed off her tits to the best”. People gathered closer to hear better. “we danced a bit, and had a smooch. We tongued each other on the last dance. I knew she was up for it.” Said Steve“so when it was time to go I asked her back to my place, but she said she couldn’t, work in the morning, you know. So outside I took her around the back.