....now tell me how wet you are....I want to know how wet your cunt is...how juicy it will be when I lick it...how hot you are...tell me, Miranda”. ... “I’m so hot, Antonio, my pussy is soaked and I’m squirming because I want you so badly..” She moaned softly. “Slide a finger in, darling...tell Antonio how you taste..” He seductively commanded as he got up from his desk and made his way slowly towards the ladies room. He watched the woman who had been in there walk out, then glanced to make. .t…three points?” Gerry was taken aback. “Yes, three points.” Gerry buried his face in his hands wondering what the fuck he was going to do without a driver’s license. How would he get to work? The store? The appointment he was late for??? “Pretty fucked, aren’t you?” the cop now seemed amused. “Uh, yeah, pretty fucked,” Gerry lamented. “Not yet,” the hulking man answered with a very slight grin. “Step around to the passenger side and get against the car.” Gerry. ..”“You never know what makes people happy, I guess.”“I guess so. I mean, I listen to some of the girls at school goin’ on and on about one boy or another and I know the boy who’s the subject of the conversation and I think that bag of rocks is smarter.”“I see the same thing all the time,” I answered.“You saw that and you looked at Dad and there’s no comparison,” Deena said.“I knew I could talk to ‘im about anything and if he didn’t know, he had this way of taking me along as we both learned,. We turned up at the festival and set up camp within walking distance of one of the shower / toilet blocks. They were mixed sex and were bigger than normal to give campers somewhere to change in the dry. Being the voyeur I am I was praying for some spotting during the weekend. When we all went to watch a band play I snuck back and reconned the cubicles of the toilet block nearest to our camp. Sure enough - there was a tiny hole in the join of one of the cubicles that i managed to enlarge.