Without it, the pump could not build up suction and was therefore useless. The pump itself, as well as the collection bottle was undamaged.Vicki had m...ved to the desk/dresser and was looking through the Yellow Pages section of the phone book. "I called several places already, but none of them are open this late." Where would you buy one anyway?" Well, K-mart or Ventura normally. Or a d**gstore. But this town completely closes by 10:00."I picked the bed that Vicki was not using and stretched out. Now it was Elaine's turn to shrug. "I said you might not care for it,"she said.My mouth gaped. "You are, aren't you?" I said. "You're suggesting Iempathise with my dad by dressing up as a woman when I visit him."Elaine smiled. "It wouldn't be that bad, would it?" she said. "Once ortwice a week at the most. It'd make him feel a lot happier about youseeing him." But Elaine," I said, flustered. "I'm 48 years old! I'd look ridiculous!" Your dad's 79," Elaine countered."Yes," I replied, "but it's OK. ” I exhaled my breath, feeling the nerves prickling hot under my skin. Holding the pages up, my gaze fell to my girly script and with great trepidation I began to read. It all started the weekend of my bachelorette party. My fiancé Justin and I were being taken out by our respective groups of friends. Deep Dish was playing at Kool Haus that night and we had flipped a coin to decide which group was going to go. As luck would have it, I won. Justin’s bachelor party was going to be held at his. ."Harley laughed and said, "Hell, they've all seen a woman get fucked before. Now leave the door open and get on over here."We couldn't see the action because of the way the room was arranged. From were we were sitting all we could see was Harley laying between her legs and thrusting into her. They were both moaning and groaning. The bed was squeaking and the headboard was thumping against the wall. Finally Harley slammed into her and groaned out his climax.We all heard some talking and.