Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
I was lying on my bed reading a book when I heard the faint sounds of his truck. The ice cream man was in my neighborhood. I hopped up out of bed and darted down the stairs and outside to the street. Looking up and down, listening for the twinkling sounds of his music for which direction he would be coming from.
A few more seconds passed as I listened and then I saw him! The big white truck with the pink ice cream cone on the top rounded the corner at the top of the street. No one was following him as he drove slowly toward me. I started jumping up and down. Waving my arms as my big tittles flopped this way and that.
Ice Cream Man Gives Me A Treat
The truck slowed, and I skipped up to the window. “Hi, Mister!” I smiled my big pretty smile. “I’d like a push pop, please!” He looked me over, the tight shirt holding my tits in place, but somehow a tiny bit of my belly had escaped. The tiny skirt that hardly covered my thick thighs.
“Alright. That’ll be $50.” He answered.
“$50?!” I cried and pouted, pulling the pockets of my skirt inside out. “But, I don’t have no money.”
“That’s okay, come on into the back of the truck, and I’ll show you a different way you can pay for your frozen treat.” I knew it probably wasn’t a good idea, but he was holding that push pop in his hand, and my mouth was watering. Whatever he had in mind couldn’t be that bad, could it?
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410