I want you to understand Katherine. …I was angry. Ok XXX . …so very angry!”
“Did you ever bring Gina here before. . . . …?”
“No; Uncle Bob brought me here for the first time knowing what I needed. …he is right; all that hard labor did me good. He put his hands Kate’s shoulders and she knew what Jim wanted, his cock sucked on; unaware as yet the candles were lit, illuminating the foyer in soft, flickering candlelight. “You asked me to please wake you when we crossed into Ohio,” Kate said, pulling into a gas station and up to the pumps. May the bastard be cursed with broken egg yolks forever. . . . . …’
They topped off their gas tank before they left the Gas Station with Jim at the helm, getting back on the interstate when, “Jim.”
“Yes, Kate.”
“Do you know what will be
