She had made it clear I wasn't welcome there any more.I walked in and looked around. She was sitting at a table, sorting coins and bills - going throu...h her tips. I walked over."Hey," I said.She looked up and her eyes went as round as her surprised mouth."Don't worry," I said. "I'm not stalking you. I just have news that's really kind of important and that I thought you deserved to know about."She blinked, and then said "Oh."I didn't invite myself to sit down. "It's about Wally," I said. "It's. I convinced myself I had to return the favour since John had jerked me off the previous day. We quickly got naked and sat in the coach. We were both hard.John spoke into the camera like a seasoned pro. He held it before his face. It was supposed to be a pov shoot. They seemed to be popular these days.Thanks to the coronavirus and fast internet connections, we had a live audience of 5000 viewers at 7.03pm and counting. I estimated we would be at 8000 towards the end. Maybe more."...and now, Matt. Jake had paid it off, that's not what we had talked about at all. I wanted to buy it; I had a good job that didn't require me to kill people on a daily basis. Yes, I was thankful and I was going to call him as soon as I had everything I wanted to say thought out.I headed down to Kurt, the wood worker, to pick up my new house sign. The next question was where to put it up, for the time being I would leave it on the counter as a conversation piece.I had plenty of time left. It was time that I. .Rec lot...Irving Park Rd...Chicago lakefront bike pathThe event that actually changed my life began when I needed to piss about 6:30pm while on my bikeride. Tightfitting bike shorts were worn because of the padding in the ass area. But had I worn a pair of shorts with a zipper, none of this would have happened. Had I not worn a zippered tight biker shirt with my 48D tits showing, this might not have happened. But, it also was extremely hot and to be zipped up would have been ridiculous. 95.