I take up a safe, respectable position behind a fat, dark tree. All guys know the pleasure of that first beer piss at a bar, but you can read the Book... of Job by the time your bladder drains. (Freaky side note: I enjoy holding my heavy, limp cock whenever I piss. It feels… like a privilege. Maybe firemen feel like that when they’re holding a water hose. Maybe I’ll ask one.)I’m still thinking about fire hoses, daydreaming, when I hear, “Bathrooms not to your liking, sweetie?”I snap to and look. I opened the door, tipped the guy and took my food eagerly, ignoring the shocked and slightly scared look on the delivery man's face. What? I was hungry! Opening the containers, I delved inside as I opened the notebook and took a seat on one of the boxes. On the front page of the notebook was scrolled in somewhat c***dish lettering, "Jeanie's diary." "Hmm..." I hummed to myself in interest. 'I wonder who this Jeanie is and why she left her diary here. I sure wouldn't leave mine behind.' I. He looked at his daughter’s beautiful wide eyes and felt a pit form in his stomach as he sensed a look that he’d seen before. He swallowed and started to speak again when Rachel beat him to the punch. ‘Dad. It’s okay. Really.’ Her voice was warm and her momentarily eerie expression had faded into a smile. She put her hand out over his and squeezed. ‘I’m fine. I promise.’ He wasn’t sure if he believed her, but they were getting close to the end of the ride and he didn’t want to leave things on a. Take it like the little whore you are..." with that, redhead stood up and placing one leg either side of Gemma's hips, she lifted her skirt and shuffled towards me, her finger hooked into her panties and her puffy, moist gash just a couple of inches from my face; I could smell the musky aroma of her twat and my mouth watered! "Now, you old bastard...lick it! Get your tongue up me..." I didn't need a second invitation and I pushed my tongue out and onto her slippery cunt lips, savouring the.