.. I stared at that, then got into Vi's letter. It wasn't a goodbye, but it was very close... "Davey, I had to make a big decision. I have decided tha...t I have to go, and be with Rhonda. She's not comfortable being in this house, after all that happened here during the fall. She IS more content at my parents' farm. I am looking at the very real possibility of selling this house, and moving to Virginia, so the two of us can start our lives out fresh. Rhonda's having a hard time, and I need to be. There was something about one of the models he hadjust seen that caught his attention. He flicked back trying to find theright room, and then he found it. It featured a nice looking model, oneof the kind he liked; small puffy breasts and a good sized cock. She hada dragon tattooed on her groin with the head just above her cock and itsbody snaking down towards her balls. From what Rick could see it was areal work of art. She was wearing what he guessed was a wig, but itwasn't so much the model. I just want to jerk you off cause I haven't done it all the way with that big cock of yours. Besides, I'm totally fucked out right now and I have the urge to see you come off for a change. Sometimes, I just want to jerk a guy off as much as I want to fuck him. I enjoy seeing a guy shoot his load as much as I like screwing so this is your warning that, with regard to sex, my right hand is as good as my pussy. But don't get me wrong, I never turn down a good piece of tail to start an evening but. Sydnie-Ann Jablonski; she of the pigtailed red hair and milky white skin, was wearing a short, dark blue skirt that was just long enough to hide the bottoms of her ass cheeks the first time I laid eyes on her. Her white spaghetti-strap top was so tight that I could easily make out the nipples on her smallish breasts from a distance of some thirty feet. Last but not least were the stiletto high heels she wore that made Sydnie-Ann’s long, naked legs look even longer. Sydnie-Ann had to be at least.