"As she ran the card she said, "Make sure you shower before you enter thepark, guys. It's a health code regulation. We can't let you in if youdon't."S...e directed us to the men's locker room, which struck me as surprisinglysmall from the outside. Inside, I couldn't believe how new and clean itlooked. It was as if hardly any guys had used the thing since the parkopened. How could that be? Guys should be swarming all over this placewith all the eye candy around here. I know I was already planning. ‘Well, see you tomorrow then!’ I blurted, and turned away quickly in the direction of my apartment. The next morning I heard the reliable whine of my alarm clock filling the room, rousing me from my pleasant dreams and reminding me that there was work to be done. But my outlook had completely changed: where once I would groan and wish for a few more minutes of sleep, I now gave a wistful sigh and imagined the day ahead. It was guaranteed to be different, but in what way remained to be seen. . She had already gone that far.When Heather dropped to her knees, his finger popped out and brushed over her clit. Max noticed her soft moan. She guided his cock to her mouth and the nineteen-year-old girl slid her parted lips over his cock.Max loved his job. He watched her lips slide up and down his hard cock, leaving a shiny trail of spit. Every once in a while he'd hear her gulp down the saliva accumulating in her mouth."Wait," Max said as he pushed her head back. His cock popped out of her. Today, my name is Donna and I use my good looks to sell surfers things they probably can’t afford and could live without. I live in an apartment I shouldn’t be able to afford, and am dipping into my safe more than I am putting money into it. I don’t think I will be in this situation much longer at all. Today my name is Eva. I still have the short spiked brown hair and brown eyes. But now instead of working in a store down by the ocean, I am cooking in a hot kitchen at a restaurant in a busy.