Three or four days had gone by, and all was going well. We were able to rent separate rooms at night, and our relationship was pleasant and business-l...ike.But then we reached Pouce Coupe in British Columbia. We probably could (should) have gone on to Dawson Creek where the Alcan Highway really begins (Mile 0), but it gets dark early in the fall that far north, and I was dead tired. You must remember that in the fall of 1949, the road ended for all practical purposes at Edmonton. The little towns. With the priority on the access tubes, the mothers accepted that the employees would have to sleep rough until crew like accommodation became available — Bet noted that the prospective employees were not consulted. Rations would also be 'courier' hard tack until ... Two experienced hands from Dancer Street, widows with no children young enough to be part of the scheme, would provide work supervision and accommodation chaperonage.The four arachnids passed information about the decisions to the. " Ron said with a sincere worried look on his face.I blew Ron a kiss as I walked into the hallway, partially closing his door behind me. I thought about telling Ron about how Mike wanted me to flash my tits for him, but I decided that would take away the surprise element, and I certainly didn't want to do that.I made my way into our room when I felt Ron's warm cum trickle down the inside of my thigh. I used my finger to wipe the glob of sperm that had oozed out of me, then I placed my finger in. You seem questioning and a little disappointed. At my answering grin you can't help but smile, your lust growing at my mischievousness. "This dress just looks too fucking sexy to get rid of just yet," I say softly, your eyes sparkling at the compliment. "Thank you," you say, your voice dripping in need as you reach for my zipper. I pull away just out of reach again and you play at pouting again, but I just wink. "Not yet baby, this is going to be what I want, you understand? Be my.