I never knew them Canadian babes look so good, but now that I've met Claudette, I'm really doing my part for Canadian/American relations. Being a lesb...an is a tough job, but somebody has to do it.I know all the right places to go trick or treating here in Del Rio.Most of the kids go door to door and get lots of candy and stuff, but Claudie and I spent our time in motels, hotels, the back room at the Elks Club, the VFW and a couple of seedy saloons. We raised close to $3,000 since Claudette was. The other two ladies were quite different. They both had rich, brown skin. He’d seen a good number of women like them during a school trip to Hawaii. Maybe they were tourists or oversea friends visiting the local woman.The woman’s clothes exposed a good portion of skin; quite reasonable given how humid the summer nights were. Fabric hugged the parts of them that were covered, showing off their figures. Their bodies were curvy, enough to make Ann green with envy. One of the ladies in particular. Millie was shorter than her sister and had brown, curly hair, while Paula’s was black and straight. Millie was more full bodied, while Paula was slim and less curvy.Bobby worked his way behind Felicity and reached with both hands to casually stroke her sides, at her waist. She turned to face him.“I should have known it was you,” she said. She looked at him through lowered lashes.“Just wanted you to know I was here,” he said, putting an innocent look on his face.Felicity pulled him around, to. His stomach growled in protest of the limited amount of food he had managed to steal and scavenge. His dry mouth longed for a keg of ice cold water. He felt so weak. He worked his fingers around his eye sockets temporarily removing the composite of sweat and grit that burned into his eyes. ‘What has it been? Two days? This place is huge! This place is Hell!’ He shifted his weight to his right hip to relieve some of the soreness from his previous encounter with a Mistress Captain Spanker. .