He wasn’t worried about that though. A few days ago, while he was sober, he had noticed that there was a pile of dirt along the wall that encased th... pool. If he were to climb on that pile of dirt than getting over the perimeter wall would be just a quick hop away. He loved when sober him thought ahead for drunk him. He turned around to go out the front door of the hotel so he could find that dirt pile that was going to double as his stepping stool when the elevator doors opened again and a. I lay in bed unsatisfied and yearning for my fantasies to be reality. I than started playing with myself. I took of my tank top and starting playing with my nipples. I stuck my hand into my underwear and I started to finger myself and play with my clit.And still, no phone call.I than took my make up three makeup brushes and pushing them into my tight pussy. I was thinking of my fantasies. I was thinking of Ethan. I became incredibly horny. Just thinking about him could make me wet.A few minutes. "I'm in shock," I confessed."They're pretty good," she said. "Now, we're going to see the raw side of music."She set up her watch, grabbed my hand and wound the stem.We appeared outside a barrelhouse someplace south of Memphis in the Mississippi Delta, that flat flood plain that stretches from just south of Memphis to just past Vicksburg, Mississippi. The area is a warren of dirt roads and crossroads juke joints. She couldn't or wouldn't tell me exactly where we were ... and I'm not sure she. Kind of adds to the fun and excitement. I didn't hear any complaints. We decided we had a lot to take care of so we set the date for two weeks from Yesterday. That falls on a Saturday. Over the next few days we made arrangements. Setup the date for the church, arrange for the minister and organist, order flowers, sent out invitations, set up the caterers for the reception. On the sly, unbeknownst to Grace, I called a travel agent and booked a cruise leaving out of Galveston. I checked with.