Dessert Without Dinner Can Be Fun
dropping to my knees and spreading her thighs, my face dropped to her honey pot...I had just pulled into Tracy California and was expecting to deliver the next morning a load of orange juice I was hauling. I wasn’t sure where the warehouse was, but this not being a big town, it seemed it wouldn’t be hard to find. As I pulled along a city street, I saw a young gal walking along to what appeared to be the bus stop up ahead. She was a delight to ones tired eyes, wearing a pair of tight jeans that made her...