But I’d determined that I would dip my feet in the waters of all four U.S. coasts. I’d waded in the Pacific at Malibu. Now the Gulf. Eventually I ...ould get to the Atlantic and the Great Lakes. Today was South Coast Day.After I’d fulfilled my objective, I sat in the truck watching the sun go down and listening to ‘The 70s on 7’ on my satellite radio. Smokie came on. I’ve looked this group up and I think they only ever had one song hit the charts. It was ‘Living Next Door to Alice.’ Sweet song. She knew that she would be walking past the clear glass doors of the office which open onto the building’s foyer. She remembered that there is a restaurant in the building and that people might be coming in or out of it as she passed. She steeled her nerve and walked, no strutted, out into the open and through the open doors of the conference room. He told her walk to the far corner of the room and kneel there, facing the wall. She walked past the long, smooth, wooden table and leather swivel. She held Trudy’s face and kissed her as wildly as she can. Meanwhile, Amy went behind Anissa and removed her top. Anissa was in her bra and pants. Trudy unhooked the bra removed it. Anissa’s boobs hung in full glory.Amy laid Anissa on the bed and removed her pants. Anissa was enjoying herself being dominated by her sister. Amy removed her nightgown and laid on top of Anissa and kissed her. Trudy was between Anissa’s leg with 2 pussies in front of her. Amy too had a dildo in her pussy while. Of course it is a lot slower, but much more pleasant and we aren’t in any hurry. On top of that, the huge tolls on French autoways make them far from freeways.Look! We are just leaving this tiny little village of four or five houses and there is a sign pointing to another village, stating it is 0.2 KM ahead.Yep. There it is. Two hundred yards down the long winding road, there are three more houses. There must be a story there, but we will never know it.When will we stop for lunch?I’m trying to.