What is it about these country boys, James – they seem to just love milking big firm titties? XXNX Determined to take charge of my own destiny, I stood up and removed my dripping skirt myself. Then, in the distance, I heard the sound of a vehicle approaching. But the soaked sweater, skirt and the high heels seemed to impress you, and the ripped stockings were a bonus, maybe a bit punkish with the laddering. He grunted as he penetrated my soaking wetness (you know how wet I get with all that squirting), but after a couple of thrusts he pulled out. While yards from me I made it out as an Irish Army truck with a canvas top, and as it pulled up beside me I could see the uniformed passenger in the front cab grinning down at me. My scooped top black clinging sweater didn’t leave much to the imagination, especially as I was braless underneath – though a little black satin jacket ensured I could walk through the airport without attracting too many lascivious comments. As they got closer to me, the driver’s eyes widened.
