And it wasn’t too far from an all-night Laundromat.I ditched my actual luggage and ID cards in the bus station locker and picked up some worn, but n...t shabby, clothes from the Goodwill store.Moving in was pretty painless, what with having no furniture and all. I bought a lawn chair, a blue tarp, some tools, some screws, bolts and a little bit of assorted hardware, and a sleeping bag. A few groceries, a Styrofoam cooler, a copy of Stephen King’s “It” and a deck of cards pretty much completed my. ....yes its this one''''dont be shy , i like cute sissy boy myself, its so cute''''i bet you are all pretty when your sucking on his fat cock''she was so kinky talking like that to me i felt stupid ''come here i need to help you try what he bought and make sure its the right fit''i seriously didnt want her to , i just want to leave with my stuffbut i endup sit on a bench in the changing area , has she locked the door remotely her looking at me undress nervousgod was it weird when she touch my. It was possible for us to be home by midnight but not likely."We are going to need gas soon," Simpson commented shortly before 6PM."I am going to need a bathroom break soon," I agreed. "How about you Gypsy?" Yeah sometime soon," she said. She seemed to have been deep inside her own thoughts. Since we had been warned not to question her without her lawyer present, I had avoided making conversation with her. I did answer anything she asked as pleasantly as possible."Is everyone up there upset. There we were, me and Saskia, in the thick of it when I got a tap on the shoulder. Rob. Says he’s worried. He’s got money riding on the outcome and wants to know if we can really beat our time. My reassurances weren’t enough - it’s his pub, his flat, his reputation - but he snapped up my offer of an action preview. Fair enough.Rob’s flat above the pub looks different when it’s empty. Quite spacious. Tidy too. I sucked him off in his kitchen, against the wall. It didn’t take long. I sucked him.