Jack, Kristy," Ryan said. Jack - fuckingfigures.I said hello and did my best to smile."That's a good looking shemale," said Jack. So Ryan had told h...m and hehad still come over. This was going to happen. I looked at Jack. Hewasn't a bad looking guy, kind of plain, but thankfully not the truckdriver stereotype. He looked like a 40-year old father is what helooked like. I gazed up at Ryan, begging him with my eyes to take mehome, to think about us one more time. He smiled and gestured to. I didn't know it before,but this store also had "exotic dancers" upstairs. I explained what I wanted to do. He was quite surprised that this little redheaded white woman wanted to work the gloryhole there and bareback, totally unprotected. I told him I wanted to be black-bred so to excite and interest him more, he didn't have to know I was planing to do it at a time I wasn't fertile. He said I could do it, but the only time he had an opening was the following Saturday and to be there by 9pm, he. I had no idea where my mobile phone had gone and eventually figured that I must have lost it during my binge session. I never did see the thing again and had to get a replacement a few days later.Anyway, besides hearing repeats about the debacle of my presentation that didn't happen. I picked up on some rumours about the reason why Wendy Montague had chosen to clock me one. The consensus of opinion appeared to be, that it concerned an incident that had occurred on the island of. They fucked passionately until they both fell asleep. Morning came and Audrey scurried back to her room. She quickly showered, got dressed and carried her bags downstairs. Her father soon followed with his bags as they packed up his old truck, grabbed some coffee and off to the cabin they headed. They would stop for breakfast and then hit the road. Audrey looked closely at her father’s rugged frame as he drove. She loved everything about him, from his stern jaw line to his muscular chest, down.