Thom advises, “Ben, no one has followed you or is watching you from the rooftops. Please make the vehicle exchange.”I pull into the garage and it�...�s a fucking hotbed of activity.I no sooner stop the motorhome than Jens, Mira and Ira bail out the side door. My place is taken by an FBI agent who looks remarkably like me. He buckles in and hauls ass out the other end of the garage. The four of us are quickly moved to the semi-truck. The back doors are open and as we get into the trailer I’m left. And now he knew that he wanted to be with her for as long as she would have him. She was smart, funny, cynical, sweet, caring, tough, independent, considerate and so much more. She had become everything to him, the very definition of perfection, and Pritkin knew he had to have her, but he also knew he had to wait another two months for the tournament to be over before he could even consider making a move. Pritkin mentally kicked himself for having such principles. He did not want to, could not. I did pass with distinction in all subjects but Mother had a breakdown which meant I had to take over the shop and forget plans of attending university and becoming a journalist.After a couple of years Mother recovered enough to manage the shop and I got a job at my father’s pot bank learning plate painting. My fellow workers were all girls who were a jolly bunch always laughing and full of hair-raising stories of their adventure with boys. I didn’t join in as the JW influence was still strong. “You're so fucking hot in that leather!” Mike gasped, pressing steadily into me. My asshole opened easily to accept his girth and he filled me so nicely. Before he began moving inside me my legs encircled him, my ankles locking behind his back. When Mike began moving in and out, slowly at first, I moaned, gasped and whimpered with every slow stroke of his long cock. “Oooohhhh, baby, take me! Take, I'm yours! Oooohhhh, fuck me, Mike. I love you! I love you!” I declared as my arms wrapped around.