I'm heading for city, walk the pedestrian street in center and enters Sears, and I roam the place, looking for a pray. In the department for lingery I... spot her, a yount woman, 5'4" and around 120 pounds, nice figure and blond. Discretely I follow her, watching as she finds some frilly underwear, and then when she enters the changing cubicles. After 10 minutes she comes out again, without the lingery, and walks toward the stairs. I follow her, and while she desends the stairs, I catch up with. It amazed me that any woman could look that good with a scuba mask on top of her head and her hair plastered around her face, but she did. I hated that bitch with a passion. From her tiny upturned nose and cheerful disposition to those luscious tits and that firm round ass, I loathed every fucking inch of that bitch."Hey Bob, where's the boat?" she asked cheerfully.At that point if I had answered her it would only have led to an argument which would have meant, I had to talk to her more. So I. " A pause, and then, "Wait, Tsu? Ohoho, that'snew...." I heard Zoey chuckle from down the hall. Tsu? That's not myname. I'm Tsu! Tsu Livingston. It felt wrong on my tongue, but I hadnothing else. No matter how I probed at my mind, the comfortable placewhere my name rested in my head sent back Tsu whenever I tried."Ah, um, I'm making breakfast, Zoey!" I squeaked back, feeling aswollen feeling in my chest as I waited, though I didn't know for what.Zoey, too, didn't seem to know how to respond,. He knew by my breathing that he needed to slow down. We ordered our food and ate our meal in between caresses. We also had a few drinks, so we were both very relaxed. By the time we paid our check, I was breathing deeply. Once back in the car and on the way to the hotel, I wanted to call mom and check on our baby. I was quite breathy on the phone, but the baby was fine. We shecked into our room, and as soon as the door shut, Bruce pinned me against the door. We were over each.