Jim likes his Troop Carrier better than mine. I think the real reason is he gets to drive. I still get to buy fuel ... and beer ... and snacks ... and... lunch ... and a BOOK ... for boredom on the drive.“You’re going to miss some great scenery,” Jim said.“We’ve been taking this route for two years, I won’t miss it,” I replied.“It’s always different,” He said.“I’ll check it out between chapters.”“Western part of the state is on fire,” Jim said.“We’re not going west,” I said.“Yer a bit contrary,”. After about fifteen minutes she reminded me we had an early day and that we should get some sleep. Once the grand opening was done, she would be free for the remainder of my visit. We climbed out of the tub and quickly rinsed off under a shower along one wall. After helping each other dry off, we headed to her bed, where we both quickly fell asleep.What seemed like only minutes later, I heard the intercom buzz. Linda slipped out of bed and answered. After a short exchange in Spanish, she. “I can't.” She didn't say she wouldn't, she said she couldn't. To me this was a significant difference. My adolescent optimism immediately began to create a fantasy in which couldn't started to become something like, she “couldn't” just at this moment, and she couldn't just then, but “could” right now. As I lay back on my bed I replayed the last few minutes; the wonderful sensation of her hug pulling my face into her huge tits. My imagination removed the layer of cotton and now my face was. I have no idea how Ash managed to sneak away, and I didnt ask. I just stood there, doing the dishes, while Ashs hand firmly grasped my rear end. Neither of us said a wordI suppose a part of me was just hoping if I didnt acknowledge it, he would stop. But he didnt. In fact, when it was obvious that I wasnt going to offer up even a token resistance, he took it a step further. His hand started caressing me, and he stood directly behind me. I could feel his hot breath on my neckhe was tall, taller.