"Robin dashed out and came back a moment later with a brightly coloredflowered bag. She held the bag up for him to see. "Isn't itgorgeous?" she aske..., obviously proud of her find.The tiny feminine side of Chad warred with the larger male side causinghim to be hesitant about appearing too interested. And the truth wasthat he wasn't that interested in her bag, but he was fairly interestedin the clothes she had bought - the sissy side of him did go that far. He just didn't want to appear too. From a business perspective, the festival was a windfall for the Black Horse. From a personal perspective, the festival was a huge pain in Scott's ass.Nearby Saint Bart's made money from the festival by charging for parking, and to Scott's surprise Twelfth Street was a favorite access point to the festival. The street was crowded with people. As a resident, he had a permit to drive to and from his home via Twelfth. After an early-afternoon trip to the grocery store, he decided to stay in for. What more do I have to lose here? So I look at her, lick my hand, get it nice and slick with saliva, then go to work on my painfully hard erection. Stroking my hand up and down as I stare directly at my dream girl. Her eyes have that intense look of fuck-me lust. I run my fingers lightly over the tip of my head, picking up the precum as I do, rubbing it down over my long stiff cock, to the base. “Will you…show me something?” I say between heavy breaths. “Please…god you are sexy.” “What do. I don’t think he even noticed when I started turning away from him. I could see the beginning of the end when he lost his job as a software salesman for missing too many client appointments. He had been one of their top performers but when his sales plummeted they could only keep him for so much time. I tried, I really tried. He would be doing okay then once every few months he would go off on what I call ‘Charlie’s walkabout.’ I wouldn’t see him for a couple of days then he would stumble.