I don't know if he's in business, but it can't hurt to pay him a visit." He scribbled something, tore off a sheet and slid it towards Kevin.Kevin look...d at it suspiciously. "Skipper?"Josh shrugged. "That's what everyone called him. Go see him and tell him about your situation. He might have something for you."Kevin looked up at his friend, frowning. "Is it dangerous?" No. It's not dangerous." Josh smirked. "But it's not your typical kind of work either. It might be just what you need."Kevin. Hanging around the motel’s recreation room, little more than a makeshift bar, with a collection of half drunken soldiers, and sailors, held little appeal. The town was too small to have a movie theatre, and even if a television set were to be found, the strongest signal barely reached this far south and she couldn’t stand watching double images on snow filled screens. So back to her room to listen to the radio seemed her best bet, even though the one local station that came in clear seemed. At the same time he felt Michael's big fingers run through his hair like a comb, and grab it into a top knot, using it to control the movements of the Caucasian sissy's bobbing skull. Keven Jeanne felt the big snake sliding deep into his throat, causing him to retch loudly - "URRRLP - URRRLP - URRLP!!" For a minute Keven Jeanne thought he might vomit. The retching noise only served to excite the black man even further. He had the blonde bitch's thick hair entwined between his fingers, not. I then carefully looked at her. She was wearing a grey t shirt [a very short one] and dark blue jeans. I could see the light reflecting from the gap between the t-shirt and her jeans. She had great tits and they were thrusting on her t-shirt. I could also see the nipples jutting, I started getting a hard on. The bus was moving at a steady pace. No lights around except from the road. She moved slightly in sleep and now she was on my chest and was still sleeping. My hard on was getting bigger and.