I bought four 20-ounce bottles of Coke, a gallon of water for Lady, and a small bag of ice. The soda and ice went into our small cooler, the water ont... the floor behind my seat next to Lady’s bowls. I drove south until I was able to get onto I-78, following that through Jersey City to the New Jersey Turnpike. We moved along at a steady pace and fairly quickly due no small degree to the E-Z Pass I’d kept after moving from New York to North Carolina. We didn’t have to stop to get a ticket or to. She opened the door and stuck both pieces of paper into the crack of the door, one of up higher than the other. As the door closed, the paper became trapped in the crack between the door and the door jam. The lower piece of paper didn’t quite cover the entire portion of the small window in the door, but it covered enough of it to afford us a little privacy.Alicia turned and faced me, her back to the door, smiling. She placed a lone fore-finger into her mouth, and then slowly traced it down her. . so i worked that cock... and thought about you.actually, it wasn't difficult at all to deep-throat his cock. it wasn't THAT big... i mean, it's a nice cock... strong... curved... curves up like a saber... solid base but not too thick... a big, cut, soft stretching head, all spongy and delicious to play with and a beautiful, delicious, deep-chocolate glistening brown color but really...you're bigger... yours is prettier.... yours smells better.i had wrapped my thigh high socks w/the thigh. And the cellmate seems to be an okay guy. He didn’t go into detail about him, just said that they were getting along. I could see he felt better about things having somebody inside with him.”“Okay,” he said. “But there a ‘but’ in there somewhere I can hear it in your tone.”“He wants a picture?” she said.“Well, I thought you had one to give to him,” he said.“I did and I did. But he wants a picture of me. A good one showing how beautiful I am—his words. He wants to be able to brag to his fellow.