***********************End of Chapter 2*********************** It was just before six in the afternoon when Eddie backed his big blue F-250 pickup into the spot at the far end of the parking lot at Tinderwood Apartments. He could see the red Toyota, with New Jersey tags, clearly from where he sat. For three days in a row he’d gotten off work at five, jumped in his pickup and hauled ass down Broad St. indian to the apartment complex in hopes of seeing the blonde from Jersey again. Ten days earlier he’d seen the little red Corolla pull out onto Broad with the tall blonde behind the wheel. Always one to admire the ladies from his elevated view, he eased up beside her asian at the next stoplight hoping to catch a flashing good leg shot. He was shocked and pleasantly surprised to see the gorgeous blonde behind the wheel, wearing a short flowered sundress, legs spread and her light brownish-blonde bush clearly visible. He’d quickly grabbed his phone and videoed the amazing site. He continued to click pictures at the next light and it was obvious she knew he was looking AND videoing. He figured if she didn’t mind showing him her hairy twat then maybe she wouldn’t mind sharing it with him. He waited. Of course, I lied. Within a few moments a white garment, with a black belt and boots formed around her. In the modern age, the silver was replaced with aluminum.” The man eyed the mirror behind the bar. Did you see what you see? “I think you do because you have a new erection. I never had Mr. Jenkins for a teacher, but I feel I owe him . . . “Yeah, but I need it, now that you are here I want it more and more” It's not confined to the poor, uneducated classes. He had shaggy dirty asian blonde hair and his green eyes weren’t fixated on Mommy’s fingers like I thought they’d be, but instead were on Daddy’s cock. It was not yet day break, faint light was lightening up the sky in the east. “Mr. Merculief, how good are you at sucking dick?” “I'm positive.” I smiled. “Diane…. Ragged breathing and sniffling could be heard. It had been a long time since I had last flown, flashing and I had forgotten how much it sucked. I rode back to the Hawk with my mind still on Christmas presents for my group. Her hands rose to the man’s biceps and caressed. What a pity. "What exactly is it we need?" “Whoa, let's move her before she falls,” he said holding her upright by her indian shoulders. The girls from the family were all shocked by a naked, wet Disha standing there. *"Want a lift?", I asked.