Pia also bargained better than any Turkish horse trader. The only money that Pia would take from me is the funds I gave her for food. Pia would drive ...er little car to the farmers or fish market (No high price grocery stores and day's old stuff for us!). Pia car would be packed with fresh foodstuffs on her return. Pia always brought back change from the food trips. I do not think that women slept more than four hours a night. I never saw her ever buy anything new for herself, but Pia prowled. After a night of hardcore whiskey abuse, Katrina and I had somehow navigated my 2001 Chevy Trailblazer through thirty-three miles of pouring rain up the dirt-road to her house. Parked thirty feet from the door, we sat in silence, considering the storm.“Not worth it,” I muttered, nestling into the upholstery. She shook me a bit harder than necessary. “Come on, my bed’s too cold for just one person.” Katrina often spoke this way to me, despite the fact that we were not intimate. She was the type. When we got back to my place i put some music on headed to kitchen & got the guys a drink and also poured myself another wine. When i got back into the front roon john and gary were chatting and laughing with big smiles on their faces.We sat down on the sofa with me in the middle and the 2 guys either side of me, before i knew it i was passionatly kissing john as gary was playing with my hard nipples thru my low cut top, he lifted my top and scooped my big tits out of my bra and started to suck. One last gasp of thunder cracks and lightening flashes off in the distance, muffled and absorbed by the mountains that rise out of the mighty Pacific Ocean. The English Lavender wafting through the room stops tickling my nose and fades away. ‘Morning darling…’ Soft and husky, the presence of voice envelops me as I struggle to right myself and pull the sheet up with me. A bold move I’ve practiced secretly and repeatedly in an attempt to appear graceful. From a high-backed wing hair across the.