I showed the girls how to make pancakes, which they’d had before, but never made with milk and never spread with butter and maple syrup, so that was...a new treat for them.After they’d finished doing the dishes, I backed the Buick roadster convertible out of my converted barn/garage and we took off for Albany. It didn’t have all the fancy stores that Atlanta did, but there was a Sears and Roebuck, and that’s where we stopped first.Once again the girls’ eyes bugged out, as we went through the. Many of the calls were cautious (everyone thinks I'm a cop) but I was determined to have an entire weekend of blowjobs. No sex - too strenuous.The first girl arrived after 2 PM. She entered, took about a 1/2 hour to make sure I wasn't undercover, exchanged some money, and wrapped my cock in a condom. She dropped to her knees and began servicing me while I sat in a chair. Her technique wasn't great but she was determined to give me my money's worth. I eventually came and she scooped the. Rush of blood to the head now and I shouted: what number?442..I arrived at her door about 10 mins after. I’d delibrrated even going. This could compromise a lot, in so many ways! And why was she doing this? Subterfuge in order to smear my reputation..I weighed it up and concluded nothing beats actually knowing. I was going to know, and sooner than I’d imaginedShe opened the door to me, “come in”. The room was neat, tv on and a few magazines spread on the bed. She stood by her window briefly.. Those times, I’d always make eye contact with her and sport an evil grin while driving my cock into the random hole. That seemed to get her going even more. As soon as I was alone, she’d jump on my cock, seemingly oblivious to the fact it was still covered with cum, cunt and ass juice. Jess became an a****l.But, it didn’t matter to me - I had no trouble finding sluts to fuck. All told, since I learned about her previous life, I’ve gotten close to my goal of 30 cunts, 28 to be exact. But, like.