I told 'her' that I could visit the bay and stop by. So time passed on...Eventually there was an party out in the bay and I decided to it. I get real...buzzed and its late afternoon (what a shame!). I never been in the bay in years so i happened to be not too far from penisula. I haven't been laid in a week and full of cum so i figure ill stop by and ask for directions from the senorita with the dick lol. I am soo curious and horny i didn't care. So when I got there the neighborhood looked kinda. The hair was now a gorgeous bright white and the lines in her porcelain skin were clearly defined, but the eyes gave it away. I had not seen Carolyn since I was a senior in high school but those beautiful brown eyes were imprinted in my memory. I walked towards her, wondering if she would even remember me, not realizing I was the reason she was here. We exchanged pleasantries as I sat down at the table with her. She seemed nervous but genuinely happy to see me as we caught each other up on our. They paused outside a decrepit ale house; the oaf wiped a dirty window with his ragged sleeve and peered in, then gesticulated at someone inside. The girl moved to one side in a feeble attempt to escape as his attention was diverted; the oaf grabbed her and slammed the frail body against the wall. As he did this, a wiry male appeared in the light of the open door, leering at the girl; he dug deep into his pocket and passed something to the oaf, probably a fee. He had a spirit bottle in the. Their eyes gleamed with curiosity. I could tell they meant me no harm, they were simply curious. They ventured closer until only a dozen feet stood between us. There they stopped and just stood there, staring at me. I stared back at them. Our eyes met and I instantly felt a deep connection to them. It was the type of connection only a human and an animal can share. The type of connection that makes dogsor canines in generalmans best friend. The type of connection that made me forget about.