I was driving down the Federal Highway when I passed the mall and saw the foreign movie theater had a Japanese picture that I wanted to see. I knew I could never see it at night. Susan, my fiance, hated foreign films. She said the subtitles gave her a headache.
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Part 1: Trucker Fucks me at The Movie Theater
Part 2: Trucker Fucks me at The Movie Theater
Near my car, I saw this great big eighteen-wheel truck parked, and we were heading toward it. I realized he must be a truck driver, and this must be his truck. I had never been in a big truck like that, and I was kind of looking forward to climbing up and sitting in that high seat, but we were headed towards the back of the truck. Still holding me, he lifted a bar and swung open the big door.
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Part 3: Trucker Fucks me at The Movie Theater
There was a tube of KY Jelly. I know what that is. I'm a pharmacist. It's used for lubricating the internal mucous membranes of the body. He opened the top and I could hear him slathering it all over his big dick. Then I had this funny cool feeling in the center of my being. Cool, but also warm. His hot finger was easing the cool gel gently into my asshole. A little bit at a time.
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