”The five Judson Rockets sat either in the truck bed or in the middle of the field, everyone trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. A...phone ring broke the silence. Rodney looked up to the sky and muttered. “Ah shit. It’s coach.” He hadn’t looked at the phone, and the confusion on the others faces convinced him to explain while he fished his phone out of his pocket. “I know his ring tone.”The phone screen still worked but it was cracked in several places. “Shit. I’ll have to buy. Unlike the typical hacienda in this area, I had the home built with a pressure tank and hot water lines. We still had a cistern for emergencies, but the home has a deep well with plenty of pressure. The hot water heater took some doing, as the builders had not seen an inline unit supplying endless hot water before. I never regretted the headaches that installation caused and having to bring in a plumber from San Pedro Sula to finally get everything right. Most native homes did not have hot. He unbuttoned my blouse and pulled my tits out and started sucking on them and playing with them. So he suggested we jump into the back seat.Justin kept his eyes on the road and kept drinking and singing along with the songs. I pulled down his zipper and pulled out his cock. He said "Baby, suck me off." I put his cock in my mouth and started licking it like it was an ice cream cone. I sucked on it and took it as deep as I could. He lay there moaning and staring down at me and playing with my. There was a realisation that Monday cast a gloomy shadow on the long week ahead. A week that had already begun in fruitless frustration. The mission on Monday had been to discover how I came to have a scrap of paper in my pocket with a carefully written telephone number on it. The question nagging at my brain was: could the number belong to a colleague? There had been a group of us out the night it materialised. There were three likely suspects and my friend Bob was one. I didn't associate the.