“But if you want some special time alone with Gavin, I’ll totally understand.”The younger girl was already gazing around at the lavishly-furnish...d Infinity Suite, as Gavin toyed with the room’s lighting system. Erica too had the first sight of her bridal boudoir, outside of the hotel’s on-line brochure. In other circumstances she would have pored in enchantment over the living-room’s vast space, with its cream and ivory décor, its dark maple furnishings strewn with vases of thick-bunched. “That was great, baby,” Christine purred. It really was, thought Ricky. It’s a shame you weren’t there. As was Ricky’s custom when he brought women like Christine home from the bar, he rushed her out of his house. It’s not that there was anything wrong with her, he just didn’t see the need for her to stick around. She didn’t come to his house late on a Friday night for coffee and biscuits, she came for sex. The sex was over. It was time for her to leave. She wanted to see him again, of. He and I where talking about the bogging race we had gone to when my wife walked in the den wearing a real thin white cotton tank top and a very short pair of cut off blue jean shorts. She had her blonde hair up in a towel and she was carrying her Dirty cloths. After tossing them in the laundry room she came in to say hey to Tim. I could tell from her hard nipples that she was glad he came by. She sat next to him on the couch and asked if he had any green stuff. He pulled a rolled one from. But, what choice did she have..."I'll do it. Meet me at the end of your street in ten minutes."Steve knew this was trouble. Even as a teen who, let's face it, had been part of his fair share of stupidity, driving a just barely teen girl runaway across the county line was bad news. We're talking Amber Alert, with jail time if not sex offender time. Not something that looks good on college applications.But...The passenger door on his pickup opened. In hurried a bundle of pink and white, with a.