I saw no sign of the rigger who had felt me up earlier. The lights between us and the street were so bright we could see nothing outside unless someon... stood an inch from the window, which occasionally they did, some just staring, some trying to figure out if the girl they were looking at was real. Many took photos, diluting the value of the nudes Harry took of me and sold at more or less outrageous prices. I closed my eyes and imagined I don't know what and felt the fire inside me raging. When. My red heels were on my feet.Yes, I have a temper. But you would have, too, if your boyfriend waslying there naked, your fingers still on his cock, when he told you thathe was going back to Brittney.I should have ripped the damn thing off. Instead, I rushed out of thehotel room, and I peeled out of the parking lot, and I pointed it towardCincy. I didn't think about accidents. I didn't think about cops. Ididn't think about the fact I was dressed like a girl. Again.You know the story. I'm. He stand their looking down at me, taking a deep hard puff of his pipe. Hes dressed in a hillbille atire, straw hat, dirty torn white teashert , bib overhauls and a large pot belly. I'm wearing a light colored button down shirt and a snug fitting pair of jeans. She is an attractive lady, hugging on the mans arm, a dirty blond in a knee high flowered dress. Yummy she smiles stairing at me then adjusts her dress, I think I'm going to enjoy this visiter, walking toward the front door and asks,. Make me your slut fuck me hard whenever you want” these words made me more horny.I slowly started pulling her t-shirt up while kissing her neck and was blowing air slowly on her neck and earlobes and to my surprise she didn’t wear both bra and pantie.I removed her t-shirt and knelt before her and from her navel I started kissing her and licking her upwards. Kissing her belly button and was licking and drilling her belly button with my tongue. She was holding my head mourning ahhhhh mmmm and.