I wound up taking a bath in a tub big enough to hold Olympic swimming trials. It took nearly a half hour to fill the damned marble-and-gold monstrosit... for a bath that lasted all of five or six minutes. After scrubbing my skin nearly raw and washing my hair twice, I was pretty sure I no longer had Irish thug lingering anywhere on my person.Clothed and armed, I went in search of food. The white BMW was gone when I checked from my room’s window before beginning my search and, when I finally found. I put the bar of soap in the towel. The one I should have used to dry my ass. I stepped into the main room of the small trailer swinging the towel.I was about to slap the man in the head with the towel, when he raised his hand. "It is a great view, but I would enjoy it more, if you weren't about to do battle with me," the man in desert camouflage fatigues said."Okay, then who the fuck are you?" I asked."David Theodore Smith," he said."Bull shit," I replied."True, but none of us give our real. I had seen and been with Judy when she had sex with boys and men...I still had no idea what she did about not getting pregnant from all this... She was more annoyed about not coming. "Pedro, that was sweet.....give me a kiss, baby, I think maybe you'd better get to your meeting........" She was helping him into his clothes and not really wasting any time about it either. "Please come over again..............especially when you have more time..........." " I knew she liked him. She just wanted. I laughed. That had been fun and her kiss felt great, but I understood that for her the moment was over. She had one more elastic on her wrist and I had one less on my cock, and that was it.I went to the dance floor. The music was good, there were about three couples and two or three single women dancing. There was a relaxed fun atmosphere and for a few minutes I just enjoyed the pleasure of feeling the music, and above all feeling the strange sensation of dancing with a kilt on, my cock.