Time was moving on and a few people, particularly those not staying in the hotel, were starting to drift away. Ben's eyes met Gill's through a throng ...f people and he was not sure if he imagined it, but she certainly seemed to lick her lips.He had a brief conversation with a workmate from all those years before, but with that chat over he turned to look to where Gill had been, but she was not there. His eyes scanned the room and they found her near the exit and the motion that she made with her. ..His lip twisted cruelly.That's probably why her stews always tasted fishy....And those fucking little kids, girls all as frigid and little-princess-precious as their prude of a mother, boys still fuckingvirgins, never even licked a boob, so ashamed as they sat on the toiletand jacked off to some grimy underwear catalogue...He didn't want this. His life had never seemed this way before...He looked around his office as he squeezed at his wrinkled old cock.What a boring fucking joke. Had he. Still, the sight of her had triggered memories of her naked body draped across his own, his cock enveloped in her tight sheath as she gasped in pleasure. How had she been able to act so naturally when they were together? She had seemed so honest about wanting both him and his body — to the extent of having strong feelings for him. He remembered the red blush that had spread across her skin as she screamed out her release and kissed his mouth so sweetly. How could anyone be such a good actress?. The plan was a simple one to string up 7 clotheslines facing the wind knowing that if she was near that she might hear the cries of the clothespins. Now that the 7 lines were up I just had to wait and hope the wind would do it's job and carry the cries of the clothespins. This quest started years ago when I first put a clothespin on my penis. And today was going to be the day that I'd finally meet my fantasy girl. With the 7,000 clothespins up on the lines the wind was howling. Now I just.