“So we packed up and decided to spend a couple of days running around with you guys. Want a ride for half a block?” she grinned.“Sure,” Steve ...said. He was acutely aware of the fact that his cock hadn’t quite recovered from all of the earlier excitement and tried to slide into the car while minimizing the effect his semi hard shaft was having on the front of his sweat pants.“Dad, this is Gia,” Anne said, indicating the driver of the car.“Hi!” Gia squeaked. The petite brunette half turned to wave. The bus was parked across the street from the hotel, already crammed with passengers. I paid the cabbie, boarded the bus, ignored the irritated looks flung my way, and scanned for Punchline. He always had his shit together. “Dave!” I heard someone yell. It was Punchline. “Oh shit! Is my stuff still up there?” “Nah, I got it for you.” I sat down. “Whew! Thanks, man. I owe you.” “Don’t worry about it. So what happened?” After telling him my story, I put my head back and drifted off, still dressed. Punjabi dress with the big neck due to which I was getting a nice look of her Cleavage she was also wearing a good perfume and was looking very hot in the dress, we sat at the place she started eating (old habit of her) we started some conversation and she suddenly asked me to attend her marriage and all the functions which are going to be organized at Delhi but I turned down her offer. I told her that I have some work so I am leaving for home now and I got up, she hold my hand tightly and. ‘Empty like me,’ Zoe thought to herself entering the room those long four hours ago. Since then she had laid, unmoving on top of a quilt. It was one of those quilts you get at a designer home supply store that people pay way too much for because they think it looks genuinely homemade. Zoe was immediately reminded of Victoria with how fake and corny it looked. Like her it tried way too hard to be something it wasn’t in an attempt to impress everyone. Zoe did have something to be thankful about..