He toyed with the idea of sending her an email, but realised that the last emails he sent her were to no avail.He decided to check the food supply and... found that Tracy had stocked up well for him. There were a few items, like his favourite beers, that he wanted, so he took the car and drove to town and bought in non-essential supplies. He wandered around the town relishing the feeling of being back home again. He had a coffee and a danish pastry, enjoying the bustle of the weekend families in. ."She moaned. "Pour me a drink you little white slut and maybe I'll let you play with my cock some more."She turned and walked to the couch and I couldn't help but admire her ass in those leggings and the image of her big black cock swinging from side to side. I loved her commanding presence as she got into it as well! She sat on the couch, legs spread wide and pointed to the floor between her boots as I handed her a glass of scotch. I got into her legs again and immediately started sucking and. Like my dad looked when I cried... except my dad usually didn't stare at my boobs, not like this guy was doing. He even moved over a little like he was trying to get a better angle. I leaned forward and tugged my top down some more, and looked away like I didn't know he was staring. I wiped at my eyes and did this shrugging thing that made my ponytail bounce a little. Guys love that."Umm, on the other hand, maybe we could wait a while," he said.I waited a second, then looked up and gave him a. When I got back to the hotel, I downloaded my body-cam video and emailed it to Lucas Kite, the scout for the Cubs. He would know what to do for the kid.Monday May 30Today was the culmination for my character. It was the day I was killed in the movie. I think every actor dreams about a dramatic death scene. Maybe that’s every little boy. I remember my brother and me playing army guys or cowboys and Indians. Part of the fun was dying in some spectacular way.We were filming in the Plaza de la.