” The guy said, “I like it when its hot enough to melt snow. Do you want to get started here, or would you rather we went back to my place?” Lo...a asked, “what kind of girl do you think I am? I don’t do such things in public. And I don’t know you well enough to go to your place. We’ll go to my dorm room. My roommate is out, so we’ll have the dorm to ourselves. By the way, what’s your name?” Then she gave him a coy smile. He replied, “Tony.” When they got back to the dorm room, Lola was. So, to recap, ten days ago before I left home, I got a blowjob from a narrow blonde supermodel (well, she's a bit misshapen from being six months along, but the basics are still there), then fucked a curvy brunette goddess -- both of whom belonged to me and me alone. In transit, I'd fucked two or three similarly stunning specimens placed on board the transport for our entertainment by the Civil Service -- but I was making a total ass of myself over a big-assed, slack-tittied, chunky, brainless. "That's Tom. I went to grade school for a year with one of his sons," she told me. Natalie opened the door of the truck and called his name as she got out.I watched the plumber as he smiled at Natalie. She gave him a quick hug. When his eyes cut to me the expression changed. Not much, but I saw it; I had expected it. I got out of the truck and walked over to join them."I'm glad you could come. Tom, this is Stan Duncan. Stan, this is Tom Marlowe." Natalie moved to his side, her hand on his. I wasnt sure what or whom she was referring too, but at least now I had something to work with. Yes dear, you are my only girl, I replied. She snuggled up next to me but said nothing more. As had become our routine I picked her up after school and we drove home. She had returned to normal bubbling personality and waved goodbye to her friends as we drove off. I had picked up a few items for the weekend and they were on the floor by her feet. Que es eso? she asked pointing to the box at her feet..