“Aha, the Ice-maiden!” The young man laughed, as he took my outstretched hand, and gently kissed it.“I’m sorry?” I quizzed him.“That is wh...t they call you, isn’t it?” He laughed again.At work, I had a reputation for not mixing with the other staff. I like to keep my personnel life private.“A drink beckons,” Ian ushered us into the bar. As we sat down, I offered my cigarettes around, with no takers. I lit my mine, sucked in and exhaled a plume of smoke.“You look like you needed that”; Ian. “I can?” She nodded and he opened the huge door. It closed soundly and he gripped the steering wheel.“You don’t remember this car and our others?”“I guess as a kid, being around them so much, it got boring.” Jackie reached in and pressed the semi-circular chrome ring on the lower half of the steering wheel, “Beep, beep!” It honked, mimicking the cartoon’s bird call. His nostrils flared, catching a whiff of her sensual perfume.“Man, what a beauty!” He looked over the shiny black interior. He. Once I was past it, there was a big rock on the side of the trail.Since I wanted to make sure that they’d charge the whole way up to where I was, I decided that it would look good if I fell down while running. The only problem was that I did just that immediately I started thinking about it - which was four or five steps early. For sure, it looked authentic, since the way it hurt was also very authentic, as was my crawl behind that rock. Which also hurt.Once behind the rock, I moved into. ”I began feeling around Pierre’s shorts and the pockets.I said, “Turn around.”He did. Now his perfect butt was right in front of me, and I had his permission to feel every inch of him as I searched for a recording device. Pierre had a good amount of soft brown hair on his thighs and legs. The hair on his thighs and legs was a good indication that he had a nice hairy crotch and butt. I began rubbing his butt as though I was searching for a recording device. There was no resistance. I then.