"I hope you don't mind my coming along," he said. "I was kind of lonely at home by myself" The look in his clear eyes told Susan that he really didn't...give a damn if she minded or not. And he wasn't lonely. A boy like Carl could never be lonely."No," Susan lied. "Of course not." "Good," he said. "We're going to have lots of fun today. Lots of fun." Susan couldn't think of any way to answer him. She seriously doubted if they were going to have any fun with Carl along. Carl had all the. Just make sure that you are completely sure of your facts, before you say anything about this to Vivian. Oh and make sure that you are sober as well, how much have you drunk by the way; you smell like a damned distillery?" Too much Gracie, and I've started smoking again." Yeah I know; I can smell the cigarettes as well. For now, we'd better do a little damage control; we don't need every bugger in the place to know that you've tied-one-on, they will want to know why. You stay in here for the. This time, they wanted Roy’s cock in her arse, and weall knew she was too drunk and too horny to do anythingabout it. They were holding her arms and legs, spreadopen, forcing her down onto his prick. Roy’s welllubricated cock prodded between her cheeks and startedto inch its way into her. She could do nothing to stopit, her mouth was hanging open again, her eyes tightshut as she felt it penetrate deeper and deeper. Now my wife was lying on her back on top of Roy, herarse impaled on. According to the phone you've got another hour before civilization... you wonder if you can just find a spot out in the sand to sleep for a little while. It's not like you're gonna miss anything.It's been this way ever since you finished college - the wandering, the low-end jobs to keep you situated (before you inevitably get fired), the occasional flings with women that never really work out. You're a modern 21st-century gypsy, and you pitch your tent wherever the car breaks down. The only.