I was talking to John and not paying attention to where I was stepping. I had seen the locals and had maneuvered around them, but one of the girls was...keeled over and puking up her party favors. She had enough sense to pull her hand away as my foot began its descent, but she glared up at me from her crouched position."Are all American's so rude?" she asked me.Her voice and accent were like doves cooing in the dark, soft, gentle and hypnotic. I bent down, put my hand on her shoulder and. "Why are you calling Lisa's Mom?" Julie bit her bottom lip and I wondered if she had issues with Bambi too. Probably any girl would, since Bambi was about the cutest, sexiest mother anyone would ever like to fuck!"Robert," Krissy said. "Mr. Hutchins. I like to call him Bobby because he's such a sweetie." He is?" I didn't really believe that. The guy just sat there staring all the time, all lopsided and paralyzed and whatever."Of course!" Krissy laughed lightly. "Oh! Here's Bambi now. Nice. That wine was as strong as brandy."Jenny shook her head. "We're finished. We'll be dead broke in two weeks. Those men will probably tar-and-feather us."Harlan finished his beer and crushed the can."Now don't be so sorrowful," he said. "Maybe you two can make things up to the men somehow. I believe they'd welcome your paying them back in some other way than money. I believe they'd take a notion to getting some good hot fucking from your pretty teenaged asses. They're probably still beating off. He had dark hair with a little fleck of grey showing at his temples. For someone 20 years older than me he looked in very good shape, but the picture stopped just short of his cock. ‘Shit!’ I had really wanted to see that part of him. Early the next morning I woke up in a sweat recalling a vauge dream I had of him, in the dream he fucked me hard and good on that rock. Oh how I wished that could be, but in reality how often did that happen. When I checked my watch it was 8am, thinking no one.