I lived near the stockyards in Kansas City for about six months. It was Okay."OK, if you excluded my personal demons: I was feeling particularly self-...estructive in those 'recently out of the hospital' days. I had no job, no hope of getting one, no point in living, no wife any more, no parents, and no relatives I wanted to see. No nothing. If it hadn't been for Master Chief Martinez whispering positive thoughts in my head, I don't think I'd have made it. Of course, the other homeless folks. “What was her name?”“Ms. Valentine,” answered Betty. “I always thought she was cute.”“You want her?” asked Samantha, and when Betty shrugged agreeably, Samantha handed her the leash. Betty yanked on the leash to bring Sara closer, then pulled off the gag and gave Sara a long, probing kiss full of tongue and saliva. Sara’s mouth tasted distinctly of pussy – specifically of Kat’s, though Betty had no way of knowing that.Kat, meanwhile, had found herself a strategic location and watched from the. Additionally there are many traveling traders there in addition to others who are just out for the day to have a good time.The town is famous for its Tweed cloth which is produced by many in the area from pure new wool from the household sheep. This is dyed in various colors which are then woven on hand looms into the unique family cloth products that are then sold at the Tweed Market. The town also has a long tradition of weaving carpets that are highly sought after.We were around an hour and. I swore we were sexually made for each other. Our conversations didn’t turn sexual until about a few years into our contact. After the business dealings, our emails grew to a more personal and deeper level. We were friends above anything else though but there was a catch to this Internet friendship: we were friends who wanted to fuck each other.I lived with my boyfriend but our relationship was tenuous after being broken up for a year. I wasn’t unhappy but something inside me wanted to push the.