And then they thanked him for the work he’d put in over the past three years. He didn’t even get a frigging farewell card! There was a tap on his ...houlder and Brock turned to see two girls, around sixteen, looking at him intently. ‘Excuse me, but are you Brock Myers? From Days of Our Lives?’ The first whisperer- who had obviously lost the argument- asked. Brock favoured her with the smile he gave all his fans- big, white, and teethy. ‘Yes, yes I am… but can you keep a secret?’ He lowered his. We elected to follow that route because there were rumors that the more popular Pacific route was temporarily blocked by a landslide. The random landslides were common in that area and they were worse the closer you got to the coastline.We ran into a confusing jumble of cattle, horses and unlikely Chinese cowboys driving a herd up into the settled area to exchange for wagonloads of stacked lumber for San Francisco and the booming California Coast. The tired-looking laborers were fresh off the. Are you... You're not... masturbating over me are you?" He whipped his hand to his crotch to cover his dick."N-N-N-No!" he lied. She smiled, then moved closer."I don't mind, you know... I always had a crush on you." She said, and looked down at the black knickers in his hand. "Are they Sarah's?"Simon nodded and Emily pulled a sad face: "Don't you ever use mine?" She asked, her bottom lip stuck out in a pout."Of course!" Simon said, and opened the carrier bag, retrieving a pair of pink and white. 'What do you say?''Thank you mistress'She spun me around. 'grab the bottle and sniff.I did. 'Go on, keep sniffing slut! four big sniffs each nostril'.I sniffed, and kept sniffing, as my blood quickened, and any doubts where lost. It was like my heart was in my head, bouncing and bouncing. She slipped a finger in me, causing me to moan in delight. 'Ooooh thank you mistress' I said, as she finger fucked me for an instant, till I felt the head of her massive cock against my hole. There was no pain.