It was worse than herding cats.Supplies were a great source of problems. No one had located the gasoline trucks that were to be part of his portion of... the convoy. He just hoped that when they found them that they would have gasoline in them.As part of a multi-national effort, just talking to each other was an issue. In some cases, it was just a matter of heavy accents. In other cases, it required a translator. That made coordination almost impossible. Someone would say something and it would be. " Shemade a motion like giving a handjob. "...do that. Without gettingarrested." She pulled a wad of bills out of her bra. "Here. What I oweyou and then some."Kinny tucked the money into his bra. It smelled of stale beer andmarijuana. "Thanks." He looked at Jazz. "Would you trade?" No. The last time I sat that monster, he peed on me. Oh. I did somedigging." She pulled printouts and handed one to Joi, one to Kinny.Kinny glanced at Joi's printout. It was a paternity report - for thebaby? He. 'wat color panties u wearing?' i jotted down. The response was immediate, 'white and black ploka dotted' my dick was now throbbing. I decided to push it. 'really? Prove it!' Her reaction was a mixture of 'are you insane and you are gonna regret this' she passed back the paper to me and i saw 4 letters that spelt out 'LOOK' i turned to face her then down her body to her mini skirt to see it raised up revealing her panties and that sweet perfectlooking cameltoe. Out of nowhere Mrs Greyman was at. ‘You are very welcome,’ I replied with a schoolgirl giggle, his hand came to rest on my leg as he backed out of the parking place, his fingers snaking up my leg, feeling amazing and increasing my intense arousal. He drove deftly to my house, conversation quiet but not uncomfortably so, desire still lingering in the air. His fingers were nearing my nearly soaking pussy and I was incredibly horny for them to go further. My mind was racing, trying to decide what to do and willing time to slow but.