His square face was crimson, and the stoic expression he constantly wore was gone. Now he looked vulnerable, unguarded, and yet like he finally felt s...fe for the first time in ages. They lay there quietly, with his arm around her torso, just underneath her bosom and her hand gently fondling the tip of his spent cock, which stuck out between her legs. It seemed they were about to sleep away the morning until the cabin door swung open, and a tall, muscular negress dressed in a men’s shirt and. "Hi," she said again, filling the gap in conversation. After I didn't respond, she added, "I'm Karen."Then, she giggled.She also weaved a little as if the resulting body motions disturbed her balance enough to need correction. This led me to guess that Karen was now drunk. Corroborating evidence existed in the form of our current place of occupation being a college hang out, and her being a college student."Hi," she added after allowing me to make the response I didn't make. She, then, giggled,. “I love you with all my heart and soul. I would never want a divorce. I want to be married to you for the rest of our lives.”Not impressed, I continued. “Your first stop today. Did you two fuck?”, I asked.She fidgeted a little, before saying “Yes.”“And your second stop, did all four men fuck you?”, I continued.“Yes.”, she replied, this time meekly.Then I pressed for more answers.Me: “How many men?”Jess: “I’d say, about 30.”Me: “You don’t know?”Jess: “No, I just stopped counting.”Me: “So, there. ”She said, “If you’re a doctor, then how come you don’t have a steth-o-lo-scope around your neck like my Pop-Pop does?”Miles smiled and chuckled at her and knew he was on the right path as she remembered another person other than her parents and said, “So, can you tell me who Pop-Pop is?”She sat and debated whether to tell him or not and said, “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to tell you my Pop-Pop’s real name is Doctor William Foster and he’s a girl’s doctor.”Miles knew he was on the right path as.