I hoped my research hadn't moved from a missing person, to a criminal trespass or worse, I thought. I also thought I needed to get away. I'm going for...coffee, so you need to tell them I'll be back in half an hour if they ask. I used that half hour to put my ass as far away from the tourist town as possible.I decided to get back to the Country Store just as fast as I could. I also decided that if I needed to call the cops from now on, I would do it from a pay phone where I could lie without. After 30seconds or so she left me rubbing his dick and put her hands on the back on my neck and pushed me down towards him dick. My mouth opened and took in his head, with the taste of his pre-cum spreading around my mouth. Stacey had often made me eat my own cum, either after a blow-job or out of her pussy, but I have never tasted another mans, but I liked it. Stacey's hands were now removed from my head and she sat down next to the bed, smiling at me. I felt my apprehension leave me as my own. The girl follows him to the bar. Instead of getting a beer he gets a bottled water. Then the girl leaves to the restroom. Now he’s her other audience. Without satisfaction, she left the nerdy guys at the table, stiff and yearning for more. She walks over to him, with her devilish smile, and straddles him. “Did you like that show?” “Oh yes, very much.” She could feel his excitement on her sex, his bulge hardened against her wetness. With the music still playing loudly, the urge to rip his. She wasn't the only one self-medicating. Here was a couple grooving likethey were a hundred years too late for a Jefferson Airplane concert.Here was a stoned doofus throwing invisible lassoes on the street lamps.Here was too much cocaine man racing down the street as if he was beingchased by the devil.Scratch that, I thought, as his face came into view. He is the devil.There certainly were a lot of people on the streets at 10:30 on aTuesday night. And I do mean on the streets. The only cars.