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There was rust on the tailgate. A dent in the rear bumper. Another car, passing in the opposite direction, lit the cab up and I could see a crack spider-webbing its way across the windshield. Possibly a poor driver, but in these parts, it was more likely the vehicle had been handed down to some high school kid as his first car. Which didn't preclude them from being a poor driver, obviously. They were doing the speed limit, but my anxiety was making me more than a little impatient. I turned on his blinker and made to pass the truck. That was when I noticed the bumper sticker affixed to the tailgate. It had been right there in front of me, almost as if I had purposely avoided reading the bright white letters set out against the purple background: Dayton HS Cheerleading. As I turned the words over, something clicked. I'm not sure where the thought had come from, but I realized I hadn't been with a woman since...since when? The last woman I had been with had been a member of my grief support group. We thought that we could help each other move on. Afterwards, we realized neither of us were ready, Hardcore and moved on from each other instead. That had been...almost a year ago. Maybe I was ready now, but I wasn't going to find out with some likely prepubescent jailbait. Still, as I passed, my eyes flicked automatically to the girl driving the truck. She was on her cell-phone, the flash of her camera going off intermittently, but I barely registered that. Under 18 she may be, but prepubescent she was not! I took in her dirty-blonde hair, following it around the curve of her ear to where it hung limply over a pair of full, sun-kissed breasts straining against a tight, white tank top. I couldn't see any more of her, but I could imagine her tank top stopping short of her waist, her toned midriff rising from a pair of jean shorts, her long, bronzed legs...With a start, I realized she had turned in her seat, was now facing me, a curious look on her face. Rather than passing her, I had simply been driving beside her in the wrong lane, fantasizing about her. I sped up quickly, swerved aggressively back into the correct lane, and tried to put some distance between her and I. I sped the rest of the way home. If I had ever dipped below 15 over the speed limit, it would come as a surprise to me. There were only a few miles left to my house when I passed her, and for some reason, I didn't want the blonde beauty seeing where I lived. Not that my house was indian anything to be embarrassed of, I think I was more concerned that she might see me turn, follow me down the driveway, and confront me about my staring. If I'm honest, the real concern was what I might let myself do to her if she did confront me. Lost in thoughts about those perfectly bronzed legs wrapped around my head, I hadn't noticed that not only had a truck closed the distance between us, but that I was about to blow right past my driveway. I stomped on the brakes, only then seeing the headlights in my rearview mirror. I heard the squeal of asses rubber and a metallic crunch as my truck rocked forward slightly. I tried to slow my racing heart. "What the fuck" I mumbled shocked and tried to run away, instead all 4 accomplices quickly grabbed and pulled me next to him. “Stop talking.” He ordered. She was filling up with blood. He was an older man, old enough to be her father, really. Janice looked at me for a asses few seconds. Then my pussy started contracting as I felt myself “How are you two doing?” Logan asked. “Must be the Hardcore haircut,” he said. Despite being cut from hard crystal the lips seemed soft against her vulva. But then I discovered what I liked there.” She felt it against her right butt cheek. He makes a quick adjustment then casually places his hand on his Mom’s thigh. “Yes honey?” Maybe this could be my spontaneous thing. My cock, twitched, growing hard again, the pressure indian aching at the tip. My eyes flicked up to the trees. “After I left the stage, there was a guy there that wanted me to model his company’s clothes for his website. I said then he was gone.