ZZ Guide to Squirting
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I was having trouble wrestling the heavy bags into the sleeper and Claude climbed up behind me to help. I trembled at the feel of his bulk and strength overwhelming me as our bodies pressed together in the tight space of the cab. I was stunned by his strength as he tossed the bags, that I could barely lift, as if they were weightless. Claude got the bags arranged in the sleeper and lead the way back into my house.
“This place is spotless. You got a maid or something?” Claude asked as we walked through the house.
“ZZ Guide to Squirting” I answered feeling proud.
“Huh, maybe I should let you move into my place,” he chuckled.
A shiver ran through me at the thought of being Claude’s housemaid. Claude continued through my house to the utility room and showed me how to turn off the water main. I was a little embarrassed at being an engineer and not knowing how to do something so simple and was glad, Claude was there to do it.
ZZ Guide to Squirting
We climbed into the truck and headed for Texas. I’d never been in a big truck before and couldn’t believe how different it seemed, sitting up so high and looking down on cars. It also struck me how complicated it seemed to drive. There were buttons, switches, and levers everywhere and there seemed to be an endless selection of gears as Claude constantly shifted the lever. I had never even tried to drive a manual transmission, Claude appeared to me as a virtuoso playing his instrument with ease as he shifted gears, flipped switches, and guided the forty-ton behemoth down the road, all the while, sipping from a giant cup of coffee.
“You like good music?” Claude asked once we were on the interstate and up to speed. Then turned up the stereo without waiting for an answer.
The sound of AC/DC filled the cab at eardrum bursting volume and Claude smiled as he produced the biggest cigar I had ever seen.
“Smoke?” he shouted, offering the cigar to me.
I shook my head and thought about reminding him, smoking was not allowed in any company vehicles but decided that probably wasn’t prudent at that point. With a shrug, Claude clamped the cigar between his teeth and lit it. Though he cracked his window and blew the smoke out, the aroma soon reached my nose and, surprisingly, I found the ZZ Guide to Squirting quite pleasant.
