"I wantto go home." We are going home, Brianne. I promise that when the time comes you willknow everything. Now, earlier when I was doing your hair, I...was talkingand you got lost in thought. Tell me what you were thinking about."Corolyn fixed Brian with a hard look, holding his eyes hostage.He felt his face reddening as he pressed his lips hard together. It wasactually taking physical exertion to not let the words spill out.Corolyn waited patiently as the tears started again. "I...I... I. "You're a bitch, Belinda," I said smiling, not a trace of malice."To Belinda," she toasted again merrily. "Good bitch of the South." Judy Garland's ghost will haunt you for that," I laughed, and then drank along with her.With a can of beer inside me and a lot of laughing, I had a little buzz on; I couldn't remember ever having so much fun. Belinda and I weren't the only girls there, but all the others seemed to be partnered up. Andrew hadn't turned up yet, so even though Belinda had the. So, I hit the road and two days later I was just coming back home.I was feeling hornier than ever, thinking in a good cock to enjoy.I knew that rest areas or gas stations would be the right place to find a horny trucker, especially if he was needing his cock serviced.The trip back was during the night; so, after midnight, I felt a bit tired of driving, as I was sensing my cunt itching in heat…So, I finally pulled at a rest stop to use the ladies’ room.But I saw a huge black man entering the. He kept the locks pinned back with a bright blue hair pin. In regards to Timothy's complexion, his skin was pale even for a white person and Bill thought it made him look sick.He needed to go outside more often and tan. Aside from that, the kid was short in comparison to the other boys his age and he was hardly taller than most girls.The only thing Timothy had going for him was the impossible wealth he had acquired because his parents had passed away in a terrible plane crash. The kid had been.