Try to imagine my surprise and confusion when we arrived back at Joyce's. We went inside and there, sitting on her couch, wearing nothing but nylons, ...arter-belt, high heels and a ribbon with a big bow on it around her waist, was Joyce. She got up and with a great big smile on her face she walked over to me and said, "I hope you like your birthday present. To unwrap it just pull on the bow."Buddy said he would be back in five or six hours and he left us.For the next six hours Joyce saw to my. "What did you say to him?" Paul started to look around the bar not looking at Chrissy who smiled at Paul's nervousness."Look don't worry, all we are doing is having a drink with a new friend. What happens after that is up to you. It is your birthday". Chrissy placed her other hand on his and tried to comfort Paul. "Don't worry, it will be fine". "His name is Marco and here he is". Chrissy got up and went to greet Paul's birthday present.Chrissy embraced Marco like an old friend and even kissed. The two of them did pretty well with some light lesbian action, kissing, rubbing and licking each others pussies. I created a phony account and subscribed to their channel. I watched them from my hotel room each night, biding my time for things to line up.I was hoping she was selling drugs out of the coffee stand, or hooking on the side; but she seemed to be a normal college girl with a few kinks.I was almost sorry that it would have to end this way for her.After a day or two following them I. And reverberated around the large brick rooms of the long-ago printing plant. Martin was on the prowl, no doubt about it. His fondest hope for getting something tonight had been Wendy, lovely Wendy who dressed as carefully and femininely as if she were an air hostess in the 1960s, but she seemed to be attached to Carl tonight. Martin supposed he should have guessed that. Mariah was a possibility, she was a little rougher and tougher than Wendy but that probably meant she was a wildcat. Or a.