I'd rather think about Brock's monster cock slamming me."My bride's eyes lit up. "Yeah, well like we were talking about before,that would be any girl...s preference."They exchanged a private smile that made me very uneasy. Haley told meto lose my shirt and shoes, and get out of my panties. As they sippedtheir wine I had to uncover my upper body, bare my feet, then peel thesnug lingerie down my smooth legs and step out of it. I stood therefeeling more ashamed than ever, with Annabeth smirking. What's left? A fucking manger?" I dunno," David sighed. "Anyway, there's no other hotel in this town with even one star. I don't know what it is. Maybe, the fucking package tours have taken all the rooms." I can't fucking believe it! What do we do? Drive to the next town?" I don't think we can. We're fucking miles from anywhere. And anyway it'll be after midnight before we get anywhere. All that's left is that hippy place mentioned in Lonely Planet." Hippy place!" sighed Phillippa. "You've got. Anyway, the thought of giving my uncle a free shot in front of about twenty people, including his wife, was sort of exciting.A bit later as I was coming inside the house to use the washroom and uncle Greg was getting some ice from the fridge. When he closed the door and turned around he sort of glanced down at my chest, and then quickly turned away. When I walked back outside I came over to the table where he was sitting and sat across the table from him and acted as if nothing at all had. While I was up, I slipped down the stairs and quietly moved down the hall to observe my inmate. I had left the doors open so it was easy. As expected she was asleep, so she wasn't staying up all night worrying... Then I noticed the wine bottle - totally empty. She had killed the last half after I left, so I guess she actually WAS trying to get something off her mind. Of course, if I was scheduled to become the squeeze of the head a South American drug cartel, I would probably hit the.