A roar in the background confirms the power for the motel complex is from a generator.Dinner consists of a beef stew, salad and fresh baked bread; the... menu is very limited. There are only two others in the dinning room. A young girl serves as a waitress. After delivering my order to the kitchen, she returns to the room and stands near the counter. My guess she is the daughter or relative of the owners. Her complexion suggests she is an American native by ancestry. Her long dark brown hair flows. The girls inmy gym class notice (how could they not). It solved one problem for me: no one belied I got surgery or used fake boobs to get my size. It was obvious to everyone that I was growing these things on my own. My gym teacher, used to the problems of devoping girls, did what she could. She brought in a bra fitter, and one day, instead of exercising in the gym, we got properly fitted. This was eseiall important for us larger-bosomed grls.I think the thing I hated was that until that bra. Old enough to by horny. Do what again?" Lick my nipple. PLEASE. Lick my nipple, please." And then, remembering the story, she asked, puzzled, "Horny? What kinda story is this, anyway? A mother and a son? And she has to pee? Is this an incest watersports story. You some kinda PRE-vert?" Martina licked her lips and rolled her eyes, indicating how shocked and morally outraged she was.Lightly licking one, and then the other nipple, I continued, "So she just out and announces to her son -- without. None ofthem had seen them, in fact, that wall had been blank when they came in."You missed it staring at the big TV." Gavin said smiling. He reachedinto his coat pocket and pulled out an odd looking remote, it had fourthings hanging off it. To Terry they looked like the remote controlsfor a car's door locks. "Okay, you each get one of these." Gavin heldone up for them to see. They were black, no bigger then a car remoteactually, there was a silver button towards the bottom, a light.Gavin.