But up close it was so intense!After the first time that Geneva called Lon to come over and "deal with"Kearney, Lon no longer really participated in t...e competitive buddy-buddy guy stuff with Kearney anymore.Instead of exchanging dirty jokes and whistling at secretaries who walked past the site, Lon now often told Kearney to tuck in his shirt, and to focus. Being "helpful" he called it.But to Kearney, it was the killing of a friendship, man!Geneva sent Kearney back to the bedroom to put on a. "It's about twenty miles more. Someone will meet me at," she named the town but I'll not do so since her family is still about. So I gathered up my few belongings, patted the barmaid's thick rump, getting a snarl for my courtesy, and followed the stagecoach on its route. The sun was sinking by the time it stopped again, and sure enough, a light rig with an elderly, black driver was awaiting the woman and her trunk which had been lashed on top of the heavy vehicle. I helped with that, met Luke,. After I ate lunch, I called Paris to let her know I have made it home. A hour later Paris called me to pick her up. I hop in my dad's 1967 impala to go to her house. I knocked at the door, Paris' mother answered it wearing a sports bra and workout shorts. My eyes were glued on her mother's DD cup bobs stuffed in the bra. She said: "I'm sorry you seen me dressed in my gym clothes." I said: "It's OK Ms. Franklin." Paris' mom said:" Call me Lisa, Ms. Franklin is my mother in law." After that, . My only way to get home now would be to and walk. For two miles. Stark naked!I had to cross a main road at a traffic light and a car was approaching. I am not sure, but the driver/passenger(s) might have seen me. Then I walked along a walking path behind some apartment buildings. The feeling of exposure - of being stark naked and a long way from home- was making me head spin and I was shivering, not only from the chilly temperature. Below a light post I stopped and masturbated a few minutes.