It was really nice out, nowhere near as hot as New Orleans had been, which improved my mood immensely, so did seeing all the sexy chicks dressed for s...ummer. Titties and asses were on display everywhere.Buttholes and clits and slits, oh my!Not any cock’ll do. My mother wants my sticky goo. My sisters want my diddling stick. I don’t know who to screw. I don’t know who to screw.I had a lot of time to kill, it was only a little past noon, and I didn’t think that I’d be going home until at least Mom. There was something about the doll that didn't set right withChuck in the first place. Looked too much like a real baby and not adoll.Schubert, thanks to Chuck's silent alert, had a car waiting on Bakerroad by the time Susan reached the main gate. For nearly a year nowShubert had put a car on the outside at the ready for his command.Mostly if something should happen and with Chuck's alert it had. That was why everyone had orders to let the woman alone which was whythe gate guard had waved her. " I began, tentatively, "and I don't even know where to turn to, to get help." Well? Tell me about it. You know you can tell me anything and I'll tell you totally honestly what I think." I'm not sure how to start." I was nervous about broaching this subject even with my closest confidant. "Well there's no easy way, so…. I think Mike's coming on to me and the thing that worries me is that I don't find it as repugnant as I should. Sometimes I don't stop his advances straight away and. "Your son's one of the dancers. Let's play a game see if you can spotyour son on stage," Sshe replied. "If I have to point your son out toyou, you have to enrol in Portuguese dance classes Nancy."I looked at all of the men and could not see him."Alright I said I will enrol. Where is he?" There!" she said pointing to the young man and woman at the front ofthe stage."But that's not him," I replied."Who said he was your son?" Nelly replied as it dawned on me that myson was also dressed as a.