, and seven A.M.," she replied. It took her a second to connect the dots. "If that is a bar what the hell was she doing there all night. So obviously ...t isn't a bar." I smiled my agreement."Get somebody on the phone who has a crisscross and find out where that number is located." Dee was on the phone a good ten minutes some of it begging some of it threatening and some of it just generally hell raising. In the end she got an address in Charlotte."Well Old Man, it is a two hour drive can your. A few began trying to make subtle adjustments, others blatantly reached inside their pants, pulling their erect cocks up to hide in their waistbands. I hated to admit that I was in a similar predicament, proud of my untarnished, sexless reputation. Not even a tampon had graced the inside of my pussy walls, let alone the girth of a man. Despite moments of sexual frustration, I had never touched myself in any way. I felt the touch of paper against my arm, and looked down to read the note. {. Should I wake them? Demand explanations, commit violence? He seemed to be much bigger than me, so I’m not sure how that would turn out, but I just didn’t have the energy for it. Empty as I said. Just slightly sad.I noticed then that Cheryl’s eyes were open, and she was regarding me. She looked like she was afraid to move. Not afraid that I might attack them or hurt her, more the kind of fear you get when approaching a skittish animal. Fear of frightening it away.“Julian?” she said. The streetlights lit up her legs as we drove and I found my hand on them as it inched up under her skirt and I felt the heat of her crotch beneath my fingers as I traced her pussy lips through the panties, slight moans coming from her unconsciously as I found her clit and rubbed it. I watched my speed, not wanting to get pulled over and soon, as her moans increased from my fingering of her clit, we pulled into my driveway and I pushed the button on the garage door opener and pulled inside,.