My Little Cocksucker
I've had a couple wild girl friends as I grew up. One was at nineteen years of age. I was working for an automotive paint supplier. After being a delivery driver for a year I was moved to mixologist. A fancy name for mixing paint. It was an interesting job and I enjoyed learning about different kinds of paint and metallic additives. One day I was called to the front counter to help a customer. Wiping my hands I came around the corner from my work area and saw a plain looking young woman. She...