Her short blond hair was cut in a bob cut: straight bangs, with the rest of her hair cut level with the jaw line.She was wearing a plain dark blue ski...t that came almost to her knees with a simple white shirt tucked into it. It almost looked like a Japanese school girl outfit."Hello?" Carl Plante! You didn't look through the spyhole in the door before opening it." Wha?" At least you took David's advice and got a Schnauzer." Uh ... Who are you?" I'm Samantha Strong. I want you back in the house,. " My father had passed away about five years before, but I still missed him, especially at times like this. Dad was a planner. He used to say that a trucker has an opinion on everything, since he had so much time on the road alone with his thoughts to work 'em out. Well dad had a plan for everything, including things that were unlikely to happen. When his buddy Mick came into some cash they opened their own business. My dad had had all the details worked out years before. He also had a backup. As for Margaret, her darkened skin and tough attitude made them keep their distance because she was devoid of any inclination for romance with the mostly married men or boys too young to engage in coitus without their mother’s approval.They came up against a raging rain-drenched river that same afternoon and it was a welcome change from the draught afflicted terrain behind them. Still, it was too dangerous to cross with the heavy wagons and they sent out scouts upriver and down river to look. After a few seconds I heard steps from the guy who came closer and closer to me. I opened my eyes and saw his big black cock in front of my face. The girls stopped playing with me and started staring at his BBC. It took a while before my girlfriend said quietly: "suck it". I was afraid but still I got closer and closer to his cock with my mouth and started to kiss his BBC. It tasted a light-salty beef while I smelled a slight of his perfume. I guess I got to excited, because the hostess got the.