I could see she was not wearing a bra and because the spandex was stretched so tight across her tits you could see through the material and to make ma...ters even better it keeps falling down so I could see some nice cleavage.I was so pissed I had to baby sit my b*o I wanted to follow her and watch the guys hit on her but that wasn’t going to happen of course so I could only imagine what she was up to.She arrived back around 2.55am I was woken my the sound of her high heels clonking passed my. He protested a bit, reaching up to remove her hands from him. ‘I’m fine… honest, I’m fine.’ He pulled his head out of her grasp and stepped back. ‘A filly threw me.’ THAT was an all-out lie if he’d ever heard one, and it probably wasn’t too convincing either. Lacey’s eyebrow shot up as he outright blatantly lied to him. ‘What’s going on?’ she asked, grasping his chin again to turn his head and get a good look at the damage. ‘I supposed she kicked you right in the eye too, huh?’ ‘Ow… ow. Hey!. ... I was lucky enough to live only 25 miles from the gay capitol of Britain and working near by as well gave me lots of opportunities to check out the scene and to see what's happening in the bars, clubs, beaches, toilets, and alleyways without being on the scene myself, I sometimes drove my car there on week nights and take a nice walk along the coastal paths and sit myself on the beach near the two piers, I would just sit there and watch all the gay activity going on under the pier, I worked. His boots crunched on the desert sand, and his eyes caught glints from his flashlight off the chrome and stainless steel inside, but the scent of coffee and fresh doughnuts was absent. He got back in his car and headed up Route 2 to intercept Billy, who invariably road in on his bicycle. About two miles up the highway his headlights illuminated a shock of blond hair from the head of a young woman waving her arms from the middle of the road. He saw a car parked at the overlook at the roadside.