And heavy drinking, no computer savvy and habitual horneyness always seems to get in my way. Anyhow, let's give the next part a go. If it works ..HOOO...AA, if not, fuck it@!Over the next ten years life went on for me like normal, but it was a a very bland world. I attended community college and dated like most girls. I learned to drink and smoke pot and go to concerts and parties and the mall like almost everyone else. But there was a big exception. I went to the nude beach every week, at. Cord had on a double-breasted pin-stripe jacket over checkered, slightly bell-bottomed pants, a rich blue shirt with a bright, wide-patterned tie, and Roger knew without looking that the shoes would be an off-color with wide buckles. Cord's hair, was a premature salt-and-pepper, which he wore long with thick, bushy side-burns. The total effect was impressive, rather than ostentatious or absurd. If he, Roger, ever tried to wear such clothes, he would have looked absolutely ridiculous and would. When Scott arrives at his seat, Liz is seated and they smile at each other. As he sits down, he sees a folded note on his table, opens it, and is instantly excited. It reads, “At the next break, I’m going to my hotel room, wait about 10 minutes and then meet me at my room, the Marriott, room 625. Liz. Xx.”Both are so filled with anticipation that they feel like the break will never happen. Sure enough, at the break she leaves, and Scott waits a few minutes before he leaves the seminar room and. She was a complete mess, her white shirt had dirt on it from being on the ground it also looked like she had used it to wipethe cum and lipstick off her face, she no longer had a bra on, her eye makeup had run down her face and there was lipstick smeared on her chin. I found out later that her eye makeup had ran down her face from a combination of guys cumming on her face and her eyes watering as boys were shoving their dicks down her throat. She walked over to me and could tell I was pissed..