), we rang the door-bell, knocked, tried everything, but to no avail. I was starting to feel just a little bit pissed off as I got into the car again,...but Andrea simply said: ‘Then you can come to our place, you can sleep on our couch.’We soon arrived and got ready for bed. When I asked her where I should sleep (the couch was pretty small and full of whatnots), she pointed to the couch: ‘Either there ...’ and then to her bedroom: ‘... or there!’‘What about you?’, I asked, being a bit slow in. I began to play with my clit, pinching it lightly, lighting my nerve endings on fire. I tried to get my finger into my tight pussy, but only got about an inch in before I felt my hymen. So I just kept rubbing myself, my other hand squeezing my breast lightly.When I finally climaxed onto my fingers I moaned very lightly. Panting, I just shut my eyes again. Not able to sleep. After half an hour Kristy finally woke up, yawning she looked over at me. She smiled lightly, still tired. “Hey.”I smile.. The lube inside me was slowly dripping out as well, and my entire crack was becoming wet. There was no doubt that the satiny crotch of my panties would also soon be wet. Daddy seemed to sense this, and enjoyed seeing me occasionally squirm as we walked around, unable to control the wetness that was coming over me. We finally entered another novelty shop and picked out a sexy satin maid costume, black with white lace frills. As we looked at the costume, my sugar daddy suddenly stuck his hand. The travelers were all staring as I made a chair behind my wagon.I brought out a book I had made a few years before. I sat and began turning pages and looking at stories. Several minutes later I looked up at a older traveler. He cleared his throat, “what are you doing mage?”I held up the book, “my name is Kent and I am ... I am a storyteller.”He shifted, “a storyteller?”I nodded, “I am sure one or two people will find my tales ... enjoyable.”He sighed, “and you just decided to join us?”I.