....Meanwhile, on the other side of town, a young woman was running in haste,well as best as she could in high heels. Her heavy breathing exudedsensua... pleasures as she stopped for a moment, taking a moment to brushher long blonde-brunette mixed locks behind her shoulders. Where am Igoing....she wondered as she resumed post-haste. And moreimportantly....who am I? she pondered to herself.Once he got off the bus stop, Lew looked around. It was a well-wornstreet with many townhomes and college. I just put my hands up when he bolted off the bench and nearly fell on his face. His stomach gave out a growl that would have made the California Grizzly proud, but he was staring at me.“You him!” He said, raising on hand and pointing at me.“You dat guy, the Freeway Angel that everyone looking for.”I shrugged. What was I going to say?He looked down at himself, his brow knit together, and I could see him remembering. His eyes went wide and he flinched, wincing in memory of the blows, then he. One hand continued playing with my hot-box, as the other moved to my breast and squeezed it. I took my index finger and thumb, pulled, pinched, and rolled the hardening nipple. The digits in my cunt rubbed my clit, faster, and faster as they brought me closer to climax. I watched him move closer to the bed, looking down, examining my actions closely. He touched my arm, “Lay down baby, you need a man’s touch.” He climbed on to the bed, and his mouth came down on mine. He kissed me hard, while. I was sure Chester had mentioned it but it likely didn't mean much without an example."I don't see a turret or the machine gun," I said."Nope, but come on over and take a look at it." We walked over and as we got closer I could see where there were many additions to make it a rolling fort."So tell me what you did." Well it is a prairie schooner in some ways and a fortress in others. I gave it wide wheels to help keep it from getting stuck. The roof and the under carriage are wood covered in.