Her curvy friend was also pretty and a shade darker than she was. She had her arms around Randall. ‘We have some handsome gentlemen on the elevator,... Angela.’ Angela. That was her name, huh. I was so aroused checking out her voluptuous figure. I had vivid images of myself fucking the shit out of Angela on this elevator. ‘Sue, you’re a trip.’ Angela giggled. The elevator proceeded to descend, and when we passed the fourth floor, the elevator came to an abrupt halt. I was thinking, No, not now. I. That's wha' yer 'ere for really... to tell yer story like. Tell ya what! To get yer started on yer tale... about dressing an 'at... why dun' I take yer to meet somes of the others in here and yer can ask a bit about their stories, y'know how thems got started. Was theys forced, blackmailed or trapped? Did they have a wicked sister, bruvver or muvver. Did thems have time on their 'ands, an' was they left alone in the house. So many tales! Them's all different but there again them is all the. We knew we would feast on this thong that would certainly be completely vile at this point. We finally parked, and Britney got out of the car quickly and started heading to the house. Her ass jiggled as she ran. The back of her spandex shorts were much damper than before, and we could definitely see a small yellow trickle of liquid running down her thigh. I don't think she had peed in the car, but she had definitely released a little urine as she had gotten out of the car. Britney rushed. I’d made the decision to pick up the pieces of my life and get on with things. Forty-eight years old and starting over—again!My lawyer had been able to get me a change of venue per my parole: I could move to anywhere I wanted in the state and I’d be okay. An added benefit as a result of her efforts was that I would have finished my parole after one more year of keeping my nose clean. Of course I did ask that she keep my whereabouts on the quiet.Tucson was a nice town. It was a hundred miles.