We’d seen several motels posted on the exit sign so I headed in. I guess I’m just not made of the same stuff as Dad. I never understood how he cou...ld just drive for hours and hours without a break. Brittany directed me to a Colonial Inn and Sophie ran in to see about a room. She was old enough they would never think twice about renting one to her and she had a credit card.I liked the room. It had one king-size bed.I sent a text to Rachel and just said, “Too tired to go on. Stopping for the. Just over two hours later and Suzie was awake, bent over a bench or table, with a large black cock in her mouth and pussy. She never knew which man dumped cum in her mouth or quim, she just accepted two loads in each orifice. She came twice and then dozed for half an hour.After a small meal and a wash, a well-fucked missionary was led to her land rover and told that Khalfan would be back to the mission soon, in his volunteer capacity of course. It was a very tired woman that drove home.Three. I was going South, and he was going South-East. And weagreed to meet again before returning home.I start walking hoping to find a suitable house with a working stove.Would be good to see a working stove, start the fire and sit in frontof it with a hot drink in my hands. And maybe I will be able to findsome medicine.The daydreaming about hot stove makes me miss the fact that I waswalking alongside someone's footprint. I freeze as soon as my mindregistered the fact. I grab my flare gun I found in. “Naked or sweet?”“Brand?”“You never heard of it,” he said. “Black or cream and sugar?” he asked again.“Ah,” I said, “You only get one shot...” I thought a second, “Or maybe not. Black.”Black was the one in his right hand. He passed it over. I took a sip.“Ooo ... french press...”“What?”“Best coffee in the world. Grounds barely covered with 170 degree water ... let set to allow the gas in the grounds to dissipate ... usually a minute, minute and a half. The gas in the grounds is what makes coffee.