“For sale. Inquire at the front office.” In lot 18B.Parking and siting a travel trailer for long-term occupancy is a bit of an effort.“If you gi...e me a hand, I’ll buy dinner,” Carl says. I’m all about a free dinner, so what the hell, okay?It took us half an hour to get him set in the spot, jacked up level and hooked up to the electrical and water – the incomes, and the sewage, the outgo. And then... “Stop by the front office, Carl,” I said.“Huh?”“That trailer next to you, it’s for sale. If it’s. "Of all the things I'd thought about during the day that was not one of them."Are you serious?" Yes I am." So what does it have to do with me?" I want you to be the man I cheat with." Why in the hell do you want to cheat on Royce? He worships the ground you walk on." No he doesn't. What he is is a possessive asshole. What I am to him is his. Just like his pick up is his, his boat is his and his motorcycle is his. When you see him get belligerent with guys who he thinks are paying too much. Kym then led the group to the patio and pool to meet the guys who had been swimming. Scott was in his 30's with dyed blond hair and a swimmers build. David, also in his 30's had a shaved head. The last one we got to meet wasStewart, Todd and Mark’s boy. Stewart would have been in his early 20's, had a solid wrestlers body, a crew cut of black hair. His eyes were a captivating brown and his arms like tree trunks. "I've been looking forward to meeting you, Clay, after all of what Todd and Mark. He took the nub and swirled it between his fingers. Flicking gently once, then twice, her body shuddered once more, and she sighed contentedly. Their fingers left the well of her ass, and they leaned limply against the ottoman. The, sliding lifelessly to the floor, they curled around each other, and fell sleep. A gust of wind rattled the trees as the observer exhaled noisily. He sat back from his lofty position, glad at his coupling of the two lovers, yet in pain from the neglect of his own.