On those remembered Sunday mornings Chrissie would come out as I was polishing the car, bringing with her two mugs of coffee. We would drink the coffe... companionably with Chrissie usually relaxing in the front passenger seat enjoying the scent of leather and real wood. Our chatter was idle and humorous. Chrissie had always been a giggler and she demonstrated her dexterity as we chatted. Then she would take the empty mugs indoors and return to join me in the drive around. Those were such happy. Hours must have passed. Panic gave way to rage, at Lillianna and therest of them, and then returned again. I pissed, but I didn't get wet;did I have a catheter? More hours passed. Had I been left to die?There was a creaking noise - a door opening! The sound of footsteps,and then a noise of boxes being moved, shuffling. Up on the ceiling Icould see a the play of a beam from a flashlight - there was a gruntingnoise and more pushing of boxes - a large silhouette came in front ofme - there was a. Pam was still holding my hand and I put my other arm around her and pulled her sexy, curvy body close to me. Our mouths locked in a deep, passionate kiss. Pam sighed softly and I pressed my hard penis against her full thighs. We couldn’t keep our hands off one another as she opened the door and we were at last alone. She led me back to her bedroom and shut the door. The room had two twin beds that she was sharing with one of the other girls. Not ideal, but in our state, I knew it wouldn’t be a. . , with all those hippies roaming around—we could end up with a whole backyard full of them," I warned."Honey, you're just being hostile!" she accused, with a disarming little smile.Coming back up from having done her good deed for the day, she happily filled me in."Honey... ," she said sadly, "He spent last night sleeping underneath the Stairway overhang." Well, I hope you told him not to get too comfortable," I whined. "I know charity begins at home; but even thinking of letting him stick.