Cheyenne handed me one of the sandwiches and asked, “So how long are you planning to live the life of a wandering minstrel?”I shrugged, “Don’t...know. I guess until I find a reason to stop. I’d like to go to school someday, but I still haven’t decided for sure what I want to be when I grow up... if I grow up.”She chuckled at that. “You probably shouldn’t wait too much longer. Before you know it, you’ll have gray hair and a crabby disposition. Don’t you have any idea at all what you want to. After anuneventful four years at college, she hand wandered from one unfulfilling jobto another. One of her friends had suggested real estate. Two years later shehad her state license, and joined Century 21.?The first year or so was a lot of work and no money. She almost quit acouple of times, but eventually one of her cousin asked her to sell a house inan up-market suburb of Philly. Pam threw herself into it, and was able to sellthe house in a few weeks for what her cousin as asking. A couple. I made sure they were both looking at me watching them before I uncrossed my legs and spread them apart slightly to give them a good view of my bald pussy. I slipped the middle finger of my right hand into my mouth and began to suck it suggestively then slowly dragged it down my body, making circles around my nipples, down my torso and over my tummy into my slit. I pulled my pussy lips apart to show them my moist vagina and started to gently massage my clit. Lucy and Darren smiled approvingly. Paint cans were all over and the contents sometimes covering the floor. The walls were heavily water damaged. The burnt remnants of a lift truck squatted in the centre of the floor. It was used at one time, to move merchandise to the top of the high racks.Paint had flowed into the sewer and it may now be plugged. The back portion suffered the most damage. The floor above this area was gone and I could see the steel trusses.We searched out for the transformer vault and it appeared to be.