Drew let him go, feeling like the world’s biggest jackass for snapping. He rubbed his eyes and walked over to slump on the couch. I’ll go up and t...lk to him in a bit, he told himself. When we’ve both calmed down. He knew he needed to apologize. He’d just done exactly what he’d said he wouldn’t, what his parents had done to drive Carter away. If Drew didn’t make things right, Carter could end up gone and none of them would know where to find him. ‘What is wrong with me?’ No answer was. And had full view of my pussy. Then the guys took the field Tony , Gray, Chad, and Jeff as Mike got a camera and came up to the judging stand. I ask him what was up with Jeff and he said (he wants to try out for the team so him and Chad told him how the girl friends and wife took turns being the prize. And how if he wanted to be on the team how his wife Lisa would have to get on board). He said he was sure she would do any thing the other ladies did. Then he handed me the mic and I told. It was damn near 2,400 miles from Detroit, Michigan, to Popotla in the Baja: Small village no more than fifteen minutes south of Rosarito Beach, the latter famed for its surfing part of the year. Another bud of mine was there. One of the few in the whole world that I absolutely trusted: Juan Diego Santana De Los Robles: the seer of Popotla. Ron couldn't help me get over my hurt, but Juan Diego might; I was certain of it; it's what he was known for; well, in the Baja, in Popotla.Juan smiled. "Ah. Of course, for Lou, the humiliation was the point."Laura," he said calmly, "you're going to have to ask me to fuck you. In fact, I want you to beg, to convince me that you are desperate. I don't ask that you grovel, but it might help. Of course there's absolutely no guarantee that even if you ask nicely that I'll grant your request. My decision also depends on my whim. I mean, here you are at 1:30 in the morning, wearing the same dress you wore yesterday, am I correct about that?"Laura could.