‘Some shitwads stole my fucking bike. I had been planning on biking all the way out to Edmonton, y’know, take my time, enjoy the sights, and I sto...p off at that rest area, and go to use the washroom. A bus had just pulled in, so there was a line-up, but I waited, thinking that everything would be okay. I come out maybe fifteen minutes later, and my fucking bike is gone. Whoever it was stole my bike in broad daylight, and nobody claimed to have seen a fucking thing. They took the bike, and left. They completely coated her body from top to bottom. She dried off with a towel before putting on her robe. As she did so, Diane felt the swishing of liquid inside of her. She didn't know if there were cameras under the surface of the pool (or even if they would do any good), so she did her best to hide her reaction to this newfound sensation. Glancing down quickly, she saw that her stomach was as flat as ever, leaving her to wonder where all the liquid had gone.However, Diane was alerted to how. "Linda looked at me warmly and came over kissing me on the cheek and thanked me for the "lovely compliments". Jane kissed me on the other cheek and added her thanks. I had full firms breasts pressing me on both sides. And I had to excuse myself and go to bed lest my erection become too obvious... I was a little ashamed of what I was thinking about Linda and a lot ashamed about what I was thinking about my daughter... I awoke later that same night and looked at the clock. I had been asleep for. Seriously. Without you, it would have been such a drag. I don’t know how to thank you.Me: Well, maybe someday, I will find myself in Brazil and they would have banned some currencies, and I will knock on your door.She: Ban or whatever, you can just come over to my house. Any day you are then, just give me a buzz. We are friends now.Me: I appreciate it.At this point, the server served beer again. I raised my glass and said: cheers to a new friendship.We started talking about stuff again. I told.