You throw your bags by Stephanie's desk, sitting on her bed, and laying back after such a long trip."So, how was your flight?" Stephanie asks, moving ...ome things from her desk before jumping on to the bed next to you. She bends down and gives you a quick kiss, and rubs your shoulders a bit."You know, typical. Cramped, babies crying" you look at her sitting above you, her hands gently caressing your shoulders, and you smirk. "Thinking about you"."Oh yeah? What about me?" She smirks back, knowing. .”And then she’s on her knees beside him, heads level with each other. The dog appears completely disinterested in her as she runs her hands over his powerful body, one on top on his back, the other under him on his chest, then his belly. Her face visible above his back – a look of disbelief on her face. She keeps saying, “He so bi-ig ... He huuge...”Her lower hand finds his sheath, fingers squeezing as she finds his cock. Rubbing and jerking it until it begins to grow ... Growing fast. Her. I bet this girlcould take it all the way. Hmph. I bet I could, too. I have giveninto my cock whore tendencies. I'm committed, now.She keeps playing with my chest. Too bad that they aren't any bigger.I'd love to let her jiggle them around. I want to be a busty girl...no,guy. I'm a guy. Guys can do this. I'm just a guy with a cock in mymouth and enjoying my nipples being played with. Mmm, my titties.Fuck! I want bigger boobs.He's closed his eyes. I close mine, too. I wonder if I'm as. At least I had been smart enough to recognize that I might easily forget something. I hadn’t expected it to be as large a thing as Christmas. I couldn’t even call to wish them a Merry Christmas, because I was afraid of any call to Thia being traced.So the next best plan became to find a motel and spend a warm, but miserable Christmas holiday alone. Oh did I mention the heater on the Accent blew air, but it never rose past the level of tepid in temperature.The sun was well past the horizon.