” “What?” Chris and Sarah said together. “Mom said the TV just said travel is not advised. The storm is getting worse. Mom and Dad called all ...ver and were able to get a room in Sandstone. It was the last room they had.” I added, “One bed and a sofa.” “Well, you guys take the sofa,” Chris offered from the back seat with a chuckle. The headlights were illuminating the large snow flakes like the star field hyper-drive from Star Wars. The wipers were icing up and smearing across the windshield. Football also started up again and I watched all his games. Not really for the sport but because his ass looked so tasty in those tight football pants and when Id see him after the game, he would look extremely hot with the hint of sweat on his forehead and the messed up hair and the smell of musk on him. One night after a football game, something changed. I was waiting for him outside the change room and he came out in his usual grey sweatpants and football jersey. His hair was a little messy. In my directions I had no idea they posted the picture reversed or backwards from the actual and I realized that we were not going to have anyone because the entrance I wrote to come4 is on the other side of big ass hill for lack of better words. zi had a zoom lens camera and a few motion ones set and video ov course full on. I made a choice that would put her at risk . we had screened 4 guys expecting maybe two would cum an actually go down a trail. thinking back who would run down a fresh. She made no mention of a man, as was common among the women in Guyana. They saw no reason to marry and when a relationship had run its course, it was just them and the kids and they were happy with that.When they needed sex they would arrange it, apparently able to find willing and suitable men easily enough. And that, I concluded, was where I came in. There would be no need for me to dress this situation up. Sybil and her talking thighs had communicated with me hours ago.She respected herself.