Sitting down again, I finally hear her talk. ‘You have the patience of a saint!’ ‘Nope, no patience at all, I was wondering when you were going...to stop wasting my good coffee.’ Smiling, I asked, ‘Do you want to talk about it?” ‘I’m not sure.’ She paused. ‘I mean you are a guy.’ ‘Last time I checked I was. And also the last time I checked that didn’t matter between us,’ I stated quietly. She looked at me, reassessing something I couldn’t pin down. From her comment the problem had to do with. Darla's panties were lying right on top and the crotch band was dripping wet. That surprised me a little because I would have thought that she would have cleaned herself up before coming downstairs to find me. Then I had the thought that maybe she had cleaned up, but there was so much in her that she wasn't able to get it all out. I went and climbed into bed and saw that Darla was wearing her old flannel nightgown, the one she wore when she wasn't planning on having sex. Well my dear, I. " Would you like to see it?"I wasn't sure what to say, did I want to? I sipped the bottle ofDickie's Milk in front of me as I thought about it. Why would I everwant to see someone else's cock? Yet why couldn't I resist the idea of agorgeous woman like Camille with a throbbing erection sprouting from hercrotch?After I couldn't bring myself to respond Camille reached out and wrappedher hand around the bottle that I had set down on the table. She strokedher dainty, feminine, manicured fingers. And then he saw the electronic boardslabeled, 'Inbound' and 'Outbound' with 'Track Numbers'. He'd seen similardisplays in the Truck Stops and Trucking Terminals to track Convoys, butnot Track Numbers."Sharra," he called Seeker's Commander who was the next closesttransport. "You need to see this," he said from his vantage point infront of the main counter. He stepped up to the counter so that his PDAcould get a better view."Sorry, Railway Passage is not yet established to the other.