I ride toward you and stop beside your window. You lower it a little.Like before, I say nothing. 'God, the black makes him even more demon like and ev...l looking', you think.I point back the way you came and ride that way a little.I beckon for you to come with me.This time you are very careful turning your car around and when you are headed in the same direction I am, I roll down the highway slowly waving for you to follow me.A short distance and I turn right on a better side road.You follow and. The museum was a huge place, recreated villages, towns, a pretend coal mine where the visitors could dig for coal, a farm, even a train track that looped round the whole site on the hilltop above, looking down into the valley. In the last year the museum had become more hi-tech, installing hidden webcams into the buildings so people could watch the re-enactors from home, as if they were spying on the past. Mel didn’t mind being filmed, having thousands of people watching her every move kept her. She scooped the cum off her legs and then sucked it off her fingers. Can you do that again?, she asked. I explained that I needed a few minutes to get worked up again, my cock was already going soft, and that it would help to have something to stimulate me. Something like the magazines, she said pointing to the pile by the bed. I nodded agreement. Jen grabbed one of the magazines and flipped through it, stopping on two pages of all pictures. The pictures showed a blond woman sitting on a mans. He was kind, sweet, and willing to let me make most of the decisions. In fact, he was working towards a PhD in "Gender and Minority Studies." I just couldn't understand women who, like Sandy, settled for less."Well, have you called this Bob guy? Maybe he stayed over at his buddy's house." Oh, that's a good idea. I think I have the number around here somewhere..."Sandy called the number, and I saw her face light up after she asked if Danny was there — apparently he was. It darkened quickly,.