Nah 3) I could hit the road and take an extended road trip til some state trooper pulled me over in a stolen car and me with no drivers license.............that one made the least sense of all my options so naturally thats the one i chose besides i couldnt take the car back now as i had left buford a parting gift on his brown calf skin seat covers that he would smell before he saw and that boy had a mean streak. so hitting the road was my better choice.One problem I was broke and the tank was. Sloane had her stand next to him and he proceeded to feel her pert young breasts with his hands. Martina moaned as he accosted her heaving bosom. Her body shivered as waves of lust ran through her body. She was a quivering mass of flesh as he fondled her tits and ass. It was time to get down to business.He told Martina to lay on the sofa, she protested but got quiet when he smacked her ass again. Martia was sexually inexperienced but she knew something bad was abouto happen. She laid down on. A single girl was walking slowly along the shore, slowly, even languidly. From this distance, it was hard to see with any detail what she looked like. She was walking in the sand barefooted, sandals in her hand. A white bikini with a transparent cover up that flowed in the gentle breeze covered her body and glowed in the diminishing sunlight. Her dark hair was long and slightly curly; wafting about her face in the gentle breeze, her hand rose every now and then to draw it away from her face. So I didn’t need to work anymore. Life was amazing and I couldn’t have asked for anything better. Then my mom passed away. Chapter 2: The CallThe call came, like these sorts of things always seem to, in the middle of the night. It was early afternoon back in the States, but still. It was my sister, calling in tears. Mom had had a stroke and it was quick, she told me. I suppose that’s the best one can hope for in that sort of situation. My mother’s health had been bad for a long time and at this.