With that thought I fell asleep, once more luxuriating in the smell and feel of clean sheets.I was down to a reserve of about one hundred and twenty g...llons of bio diesel. I started another sixty gallon batch before I left for the city. I didn't find any museo de auto or anything like that, but I did find antiguos. How the hell did they get camiones for trucks, now I ask you? Without that bi-lingual dictionary I would have been screwed. I found a little brown ford pickup that was up on axle. He admired the sight of her ass as they jiggled when her long, shapely legs moved desperately. “Where do you think you’re going, Clarissa?” Mark said as he grabbed her ankles and pulled her back to the living room. Clarissa felt her body being dragged back. She can feel her skin dragging against the cold, tiled floor of the suite. “No……….. you bastard………… stop…… uuuuuuughhhhhhh……” After Mark dragged her back to the living room. He cleared the coffee table – he took the glasses and the bottle. This past year at college, I've been working out almost everyday in an attempt to build some confidence to finally ask out the girl of my dreams. I used to be scrawny as a twig in high school and while I am, by no means buff, I now have a fit, athletic body with defined abs and decent pecs. I was just finishing off a set of pushups when I heard my apartment door click open. Linda never knocked, my door was always open for her to come on in whenever she pleased. I stood up just as I saw Linda. “What’s his name?” she wondered. “I have no idea,” I said. He stood near the window and lowered his pants. It was late enough in the afternoon that the sun had drifted well west, so there was no glare off the glass. I was confident he could see us as clearly as we could see him. He’d never stripped while someone else was in my living room, but then I didn’t get many guests, either. I speculated that Ashley was probably a temptation. Besides teaching English to bright juniors and seniors, I.