She looked at skinny the trucker and wondered what it felt like to be his wife. She couldn't help wonder how lonely his wife must have felt when he was gone cumshot on the road. She couldn't help but be curious how often they had sex when he was home. She blushed and felt some shame shaved when she felt curious what it might feel like to have sex with him. Only a few months ago she would have thought the idea of flirting let alone sex with a male much older then eighteen gross, that was before Roger arranged for multiple adult men of varying ages to have sex with her. Now here she lay with a man over fifty curious what it felt like for his wife to be married to him. She thought about their three kisses, blowjob the one in the hotel room when she froze and trebled with nerves. The Hardcore one in the cab of the truck with him sitting in his seat where she felt like a school girl terrified he'd reject her. And finally the kiss before getting into the truck just a few hours earlier, a kiss that for the first time in her life, felt both loving and romantic. A kiss she wished didn't have to end. She stared at his face, looking at every detail the limited light would show. The one thing she had no choice but to accept was that the moment Roger came into her life he forever changed who she was. Had he never done so she most likely would not be in this truck now. She finally laid her head back down trying once again to fall back asleep. “Ahemm… Inappropriate!” Master said. “Yes, blowjob yes, yes, dear!” she howled, her body shaking. Her moans echoed through the bathroom, mixing with the slap of flesh on flesh. My cock twitched and began filling. So I pull them open, slowly to my horror and delight. I switched the egg off. “But you're not wet enough.” He yelped in pain and then her hands were on his balls and a finger in his cumshot ass again, “Now remember what I said about pushing me?” she said as she let go of his balls and instead pulled her panties aside and began to frig herself. Hello. Except for a few quick Hardcore glimpses she hadn't seen much indication of how his penis functioned. “Okay, I’m going to keep the pouch on me, run upstairs, lock my bedroom door, skinny grab my backpack, run into the bathroom, lock the door, and shaved stay there the night. “I’m sorry, Dmitri” she gasped. “I don’t care about any of that!” Aiden yelled. A strong, musky scent filled her nose, neither terrible, nor pleasant. Clint kissed me with hunger as he fucked her asshole.