If it got less than twenty five miles per gallon I might have to stop twice.That fucking Hyundai barely made it to the coast. It spewed clouds of smok... from the rear even though it ran well enough. The gasoline mileage was also abysmal. It barely got twenty miles to the gallon. When I stopped outside Capitol City for gas, I also checked the oil. It was down only half a quart. There was a lot of smoke for half a quart of oil, I thought.I stopped again about a hundred miles from Port Charles for. She smelt so good. And I put my hand on her other breast, and shelet me feel it, even the eraser. Then she laid me down on the bed andgot a towel to put under me and removed my wet thing. I rubbed my eyesand pretended to eat some candy off my thumb while she did all thechanging stuff. She didn't put a new diaper on me though; after thepowder she picked me up and carried me to the kitchen. She sat me down on the counter top and gave me some juice - yeah, in asippy cup, but I didn't care about. " Oh." She sounded disappointed but didn't ask the obvious question, who I was doing laundry with."Are you putting the jeans on?" Just a minute ... I'm removing the tags." Change your panties first. I can't let you wear those black panties with jeans." Yes, Sammy. I'll wear blue ones, okay?" That's the ones I had in mind." I'm taking the black ones off. I'm ... I wish you were here ... there, I'm wearing the blue panties and getting into the jeans. I'm buttoning them right now." Good, how's the. Seductively she licked at the crotch of his pants, before rising up to seat herself on his lap. He leaned in and whispered something in her ear. I watched as Terri nodded in agreement to whatever he had said. Her set soon ended and Terri left the stage.As the next girl came out, the men in the front row all got up and walked towards an exit to the side of the stage. A bouncer stepped aside to let the six men inside. I was intrigued so I made my way over.As I approached the bouncer, he put his.