Leave it to Kate to have specific ideas on how she wanted the mosaic done. She’d been having long conversations almost daily with Erika out in Georg...a and I wondered just where that relationship had gone while she was there. Neil. Erika. Were there others?I could drive myself crazy thinking like this. I found myself reaching for her whenever she was near, and several times we held hands without either of us having made a conscious move. When it happened, we got suddenly shy, looking away, but. .."As I approached the table, I could see what was happening. The old timer below was joining the one above in Leasa's ass. They were struggling to get both their fat, old dicks into our girl's butt-hole. I thought of intervening at this point. But my fascination with the whole thing stopped me. I also noticed something: Leasa wasn't really struggling all that hard. In fact, she kinda paused her struggles as they tried to get into her. "Shit," I thought to myself, the bitch is keeping still to. The truck stopped outside what looked like a very old and abandoned church.O'Malley swung down from the cab and banged the side of the truck."Wakey-wakey! Time to shift your asses."O'Malley walked up to the church, pushed open the door and disappeared inside. The men grumbled and began to gather their meager possessions. By the time the men disembarked, O'Malley was waiting for them. They trudged inside to find a small hall where they were going to be camped for the next week or so.Then much to. "Hi, my name's John," he responded and shook her hand. "Here, this is for you," the words were delivered with halting uneasiness. "The card inside has...well... your gift," he nervously continued and handed her the plastic bag containing the card and a box of chocolate truffles."You're a sweetie, thank you," Sasha replied as she gave him a reassuring little hug. "Come this way." As she walked towards the room, she glanced in the bag and thumbed the envelope. Sasha smiled "Well we're off to a.