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And it had worked, because three minutes later, Lauren’s panties were on the floor of the Toyota and truckers were staring down at her twat. “God knows I could use a good fuck,” said Nicole as her tits mind started to wander. Thursday afternoon at 5:00 as Nicole and Lauren were leaving practice, a text popped up on Lauren’s phone. “Marcus just texted and will be passing through later. Whatcha think, wanna cum? Haha” “You know it” typed Lauren. Turning to Nicole, she said, “Well, tonight’s your chance. Marcus will be in town later this evening. Want to boobs pov see what a ten inch cock feels like?” she laughed. It took Lauren just five more minutes to convince Nicole to join them. “You already look great. Let’s go!” “Do you think Marcus can handle all three of us?” Nicole said laughingly as they entered Sara’s apartment. “Hi Nicole, oh I’m sure he can. He’s on his way back from a pre-season basketball tournament and said he’d meet us at 7:00 at the Wayfarer’s Restaurant across from the truck stop.” An hour later they were heading across the lot towards Red, Sara’s little red ’99 Corolla coupe. Sara had on her frayed jean skirt, tank top and no panties. Lauren the same except she was in her black stretch mini. Nicole had a white t-shirt and jean skirt but hadn’t been brave enough to shed her panties yet. “You can ride shotgun, Nicole, I’ll crawl in the back. Just slide your seats up to give me some damn room!” She yanked the passenger seat forward, climbed into the tiny back seat, and sat sideways in the milk seat facing the passenger side window. Nicole was surprised as she looked back and saw Lauren’s long legs, spread wide, and her bush glistening in the afternoon sun. She then glanced over at Sara behind the wheel and she was spread wide too, full bush on display. “Y’all softcore are making me feel over-dressed,” she laughed. They hit 95 and had a 30 minute trip ahead. Two minutes on the road and Nicole heard the first truck horn blow. “I’ll be able to rest as much as I like next week. “That`s for your mouth.” - Byron Roberts aka Fleabag I was totally drained. She yelled out as he slapped her ass cheek twice, hard. Help tits me, I can’t take much more of this. “Well softcore I’m milk off to my room,” Amy said, “I’ve got to text Janis and see if we can be roomies at Uni.” They were all smooth-skinned and naked, exposing bodies of lean muscle, slender build and petite bust. You're all filming me! Even you, Cliff.” I rescued her from pov her Shizhuthian master, a terrible human who served the Zizthithana. “Well, why is she doing that?” my wife muttered. She squeezed her legs tightly together as she felt his eyes burning into her boobs skin.