Frustrated didn't begin to explain how I felt. I was up there on the ceiling, screaming.I had a couple more drinks, hoping to settle down. All the whi...le the couple sat beside me, talking to me. I tried to tune them out. They offered only chit-chat, nothing of consequence, and ignoring what had happened in the ladies room. I couldn't figure out what was going on. What was their relationship? Were they really together?I needed to pee. I started to stand but wobbled on my heels. I was a. At that point, I looked in my box and pulled out a bag. In the bag was a stick. I showed the kids the stick and asked them what it was. ‘A stick,’ they all shouted. ‘Actually,’ I said, ‘this is called scion wood. It is a cutting from a Bosc pear tree. Today, I’m going to show you how to attach this cutting from a pear tree onto this apple tree. In time, we will actually be able to harvest pears from this apple tree.’ A boy called out, ‘I like oranges. Can I grow oranges on this tree, also?’. .”“Okay?” I said.“Her name’s Leona. I’m going to check her out,” said Hank.“Okay, but how long do you think Angel will be out. I asked her, but she didn’t sound too optimistic,” I said.“Don’t know. But I think she is really sick,” he said.“Let’s hire that girl you’re talking about. I need to go down there and check out things. That okay, by you?” I said.“Yes, of course. I’ll talk to Leona at the Poor Boy tonight,” he said.“Okay,” I said. With me heading down to Phoenix, Hank was still going to. It was a massively erotic sight watching him standing there fingering her twat as she pulled her legs wider and urged him on!“Shove another in Andy. I am fucking sopping wet, pinch my fucking clit as you do it,” she shouted.Andy slid in a third finger, his fingers were sloshing around in her hole, but when he pinched her clit with his other hand, the slut was humping his hand like mad.He got her clit between his thumb and forefinger was was almost lifting her off the table by it.She was so wet.