Daunti On the Road Again Note: If you haven’t done so, you’ll do yourself a favor by reading part I first. Part II ***** Tim was stunned. Wha... the hell happened here? I figured a one-night stand, or at most the rest of Spring Break week and she’d be ready to blow me off, but she’s carrying on like a woman in love. Isn’t that the way it works? Always feast or famine. Is there any way to satisfy any woman? Tim answered her, gently but with meaning, ‘What you can do is stop being a spoiled. Nothing like killing two birds with one stone. Since I wasn’t really concentrating on cumming it took a good twenty minutes or longer before I cum in her that second time.That time she was not as anxious to jump up and run off. She politely asked me what I had in mind next. I took her into my shower and washed her body. I asked her to put on a pair of shorts and a short top that I had seen in her once. She looked absolutely beautiful in it. Her long legs showed off right up to where they meet,. ’ I asked trying to look helpless and in fact I was. She took a nervous look back at the door and then at me and said nothing for a brief moment and wore a worried look on her face. ‘It would be nice to have some company but I don’t want to get you in any trouble. I understand if you can’t stay.’ I said looking down and away from her. ‘Alright, I really shouldn’t but I will stay for a bit.’ She said quietly with a smile. She looked back at the door one more time before putting the tray down. The evidence was gone in about two hours.Salvageable apparel was stacked for shit removal, cut repair, and the purses and money belts laid out on the great table in David’s (née Faxon’s) large home.Scrubbed, mopped, washed and made nearly as good as new, David’s new cook stepped out of the kitchen and said:“Here, now. I’ve got all this food for the party and someone has to eat it a’fore it goes bad.” She began to bustle about dragooning kitchen help and fetchers, carriers and sundry. The table.