Date: Sun, 22 Nov 2009 17:57:52 -0600
From: newauthor59@hotmail.com
Subject: Mr. Peterson and Mr. Outstate Part # 2.

Mr. Peterson and Mr. Outstate Part #2
Mr. Outstate continues
By newauthor59@hotmail.com

This story consists of rimming, oral and anal sex between a teenager and
adult males.  Steve a white slutty cum bucket friend of mine gave me the
incentive to share those fantasies that are hidden deep within me.


I walked home from school that day, thinking of nothing else but
Mr. Outstate hot cock and sweet spunk.  I was feeling awful proud of myself
seducing a married teacher, one that I have wanted since I first laid eyes
on him.  I left him standing with a look on his face as if he was in a
trance, could not believe what had happened to him.  Dam it was Friday and
I won't get a chance to see again until Monday, but I had enough j/o
material to last me until then.

When I got home my mother told me that I had two messages, one was from
Mr. Outstate who said that he wanted to talk to me first thing Monday
morning, to meet him in his office at 8:00 sharp.  He seems awful upset
dear, I hope for your sake that your father does not get called down about
you not doing your work.  I got nervous now, thinking why does he want to
see me so early in his office, is he going to make it hard for me?  What if
he took me to the principle and tells him what really happen?  Will I get
kick out of school? Will my friends and family find out?  I turn and looked
at mom with my head down and told her that Mr. Outstate was a stickler for
putting all of our tools away and cleaning up and I probably did not do a
good job at it, he gets really mad when you don't. Mom seem to have bought
that story but then said oh yea, Mr. Martinelli called and want you to call
him about working for him tomorrow.  Ok mom, I will call him.

I met Mr. Martinelli when I was going from door to door looking for after
school jobs two years ago ; he and Mrs. Martinelli took an instant like to
me and hired me to do odd jobs around their home.  Mrs. Martinelli was 38
years old and Mr. Martinelli was 39 years old, the couple didn't have
children of their own so they kind of treated me as if I was their son,
always concerned about me and I loved working for them.  I called and
Mr. Martinelli answered the telephone, I loved his Italian accent, they are
the only Italian people in our small town.  Ah, Robby he said, are you
gonna come tomorrow to help me around the house?  Mrs. Martinelli, she's
agonna make lasagna just for you.  Yes sir, what time?  What about say 9
o'clock.  I will see you then.  I hung up the telephone and went to my room
that I shared with my younger brother James; I laid on my bed thinking
about what had happened today and was hard as a rock and started rubbing my
cock thinking about having a hard beautiful cock in my mouth and tasting
that wonderful juice that is so new to me, yet I cannot get enough of it,
then I started getting worried about what was to come on Monday.  My little
brother came into the room and started bugging me, jumping on his bed
wanting to play.  Not now James, I have something on my mind, please go
outside to play.  No he said, this is my room too.  I grabbed my jacket and
my note book and left the house, walking towards the wooded area where I
had a special place just to myself.  A couple of miles into the woods were
a two room house that an old man by the name of Mr. Mott once lived in. The
house never had electricity nor did it have running water, and an outhouse
for a toilet.  When I was much younger, I use to earn a quarter fetching
pales of water and going to the grocery store for him almost every day. He
was a kind man who didn't have family of his own so I visited him often and
we would talk about everything, he never married nor did he have children
and was the last of his sibling, none of the neighbors visited him in fact
they called him a hermit so I was the only person to have contact with him,
he was my friend.  When he died a will was found and he had left me his
house with everything in it and the land that surrounded the house and I
was surprised to find that he own most of the wooded area about two hundred
acres.  I remember him telling me that a rich white man wanted his property
and had offered to buy it but he refused to sell, now I know why, the
property was huge.

My mom and dad decided that his will, will be kept a secret from the
community which was a hard thing to do coming from a small town.  I was
left with the taste of cleaning and dumping everything in his place; it was
old and smelled pretty bad.  There were some pictures and personal things
that he cherished that I found in his home.  Underneath a loose board I
found a box, in it was some savings bonds and $30,000.00 in cash.  When I
told my mom about it, she was thrilled and said that it will go into the
bank for me so when I am older I will have money for college, she and my
father gave me a stern warning never to talk about it with anyone; they
said that people in our town was not be trusted with this information.  The
saving Bonds totaled up to $10,000.00 and had reached their maturity so
those were deposited into the bank as well.  My parents took me to
Birmingham and we deposited the money in the only black own bank there were
in the country at that time and it belonged to Mr. AG Gaston. That was a
proud day for me; I was thirteen at the time and knew of no one with that
kind of money.

I wanted to fix up the old house but my parents said that it was not worth
spending the money for it and would not allow me to take money out of the
bank.  So I sat out to do it without the money in the bank, that's when I
started looking for part time jobs after school and on the weekends. As
time went on, I would frequently visit the city dump, you can find some
good stuff the; I found an old table and three chairs, an old couch that
pulled out into a bed and a beautiful old solid oak door.  I took wood shop
so that I could learn how to mount the door and fix up the place and as you
can see, I am not very good at wood shop.  Anyway back to my story.  I left
the house after my brother began to bug me and headed towards the woods to
my special place "The Club House" I unlocked the door and went inside.  I
lit the kerosene lantern and lay on the old couch until sleep took over.  I
woke up a couple hours later, the lantern had gone out and I was hungry so
I decided to go home.  It was very dark, I only had the stars to see by so
it was a good thing I knew the trails.  My parents didn't worry when they
knew that I was at my special place, of course they didn't visit it because
they said it gave them the creeps.  That is ok because it gave me all of
the privacy that I wanted.

I got up early the next morning, bathed, got dressed and headed out to the
Martinelli's.  I arrived around 8:30, half hour earlier that expected, so I
waited on the back porch for the right time before knocking on the door.
There was no light on in their bedroom, but I did hear them talking, in
fact I heard Mrs. Martinelli crying so I crept closer to their bedroom
window and listened to their conversation.  Mr. Martinelli was telling his
wife that he was very lonesome because she didn't want to have sex with
him.  She was crying telling him that it hurts too much, and that the
doctors told him about how her vagina walls were not developed to handle a
man with a penis his size.  But I am not so big that you cannot get use to
it if you woulda just try, I am so horny I make me crazy.  Mrs. Martinelli
agreed to try with him, but screamed out loud when entered her and begged
him to take it out. I got so horny letting my imagination run away with me
wondering just how big Mr. Martinelli's cock was, then the light came on so
I moved to the side of the window, the curtains were pulled just a little
to the right and I could see the door to their bedroom, Mr Martinelli was
standing there naked and I saw his hot cock, it was about six inches and
simi hard and very thick; he was apologizing to his wife telling her that
he was sorry but this was making him so crazy , please just put it in your
mouth and suck it a little, it ain't agonna bite ya.  That's too nasty; I
ain't agonna do that she said.  Mr. Martinelli looking disgusted turned and
bent over to pick up his boxers, his ass was facing me, it was so hairy,
you could see hair coming from the crack of his ass that was at least half
inch past his hairy cheeks, I could not move, I was transfixed, the sight
was so beautiful it took my breath away.  I asked myself, how
Mrs. Martinelli could not want to please this beautiful man.

I went to the door and rang the door bell, I heard Mr. Martinelli tell his
wife that he would answer to door and that it is probably Robby.  He came
to the door in his boxers and no shirt.  Come in son, he gave me a big hug
and rubbed my shoulder.  Let me get a quick shower and some clothes on and
we will get started, he winked at me and left the room.  Mrs. Martinelli
walked in with a smile on her face, have you had breakfast yet?  No ma'am,
I hear you made lasagna and wanted to save my appetite for the best lasagna
in the world, been thinking about it all night.  She winked at me, I baked
it last night, do you think you can handle a little piece this morning?  I
looked over at her with a big smile on my face; I can handle a big piece
this morning.  Sit child, and let me warm it for you.  I was eating when
Mr. Martinelli came into the room wearing a t-ship and baggy shorts, I see
you have attacked the worlds famous lasagna already huh sport rubbing my
head as he squeezed my arm, she's a good, huh?  I looked up at him and said
she's a good, he laugh.  Don't eat too much; we have lots of work to do.
We are going to clean the attic today.  Mrs. Martinelli fixed
Mr. Martinelli so coffee and he sat next to me and sipped on it.  Would ya
like a small piece of pasta pie Hun? She asked speaking to Mr. Martinelli,
No, just coffee for now he said.

 When we were finished Mr. Martinelli looked at me and asked, Ready? Yes
sir?  First we must go to the hardware store to get some bags and rubber
gloves no telling what we'll a find.  We got into his pick up truck and
speed down the road heading west.  Mr. Martinelli was an electrician so he
had such a neat truck filled with all kind of goodies.  How's school son?
It's ok, but can't seem to get the hang of wood shop, whata' ya need with
wood shop anyway son? I was hoping to learn how to fix things, ya know I
have a club house in the woods right?  Yea, how many membas do you have?
Just me, member of one.  He laughed and said well at least you'a have a
majority vote on everything.  As he was driving, I couldn't help looking
down at his hairy legs and his huge bulge between his legs; his cock
dressed to the left almost touching the edge of his pants legs.  I quickly
looked up when he turned to look at me.  We picked up the bags at the
hardware store and on our way back when I spotted a very nice chair that
someone had sat on the curve. Nice chair I said, he slowed down and looked
over his shoulders then turned to me, ya mama and papa wouldn't want that
would they?  No but my club house sure could use it.  Tell ya what, let's
get it and when we've finished I will help you get it to your club house.
Gee, thanks I said.  We backed up got out of the truck and picked up the
chair and off we went.  The day went by fast, lot's of things to get rid of
in the attic, there were some old pictures and couple of coffee mugs that
they were going to throw out, I asked if I could have them, sure Robby take
them.  When we finished, Mr. Martinelli told his wife that he was ready for
that lasagna.  We sat down and ate.  I dropped my fork and reached down to
pick it up and knocked it further under the table and as I kneeled under
the table to pick it up, I got a glimpse up his pants legs and saw his
uncircumcised cock up close, it was huge even soft.  I quickly returned to
my chair before he or Mrs. Martinelli wondered what was taking so long.
When we finished eating, he looked at Mrs. Martinelli and said I'ma gonna
take Robby home and help him put his goodies in his club house.  She told
him to take his time (probably hoping that he didn't want to come home and
climb on top of her).  Come on son, by the way how do ya get to this club
house of yours anyhow?

We took the back dirt roads and there was one big enough for a single car
to go through, it really was made for a horse and buggy, but he managed
with his truck.  After about two miles of nothing but woods, Mr. Martinelli
looked at me and said you have some privacy here son.  Yes sir, I like it.
We finally reached my club house, got out of the truck and headed towards
it.  Not to shabby he said as he walked around the house looking at it.  I
opened the door and we carried the stuff in and he sat down on the couch
looking around surveying everything.  It's is so peaceful here, you'se can
here nature all around.  Hey son, there is no lights.  Look like somebody
started to wire this joint but stopped.  He grabbed one of the chairs from
the table and stood on it as he looked at the overhead wiring, he was on
his tip toe as he was trying to see what had been done, the chair's legs
were a little uneven and wobbled a bit.  Grab and hold on to me son whilst
I look at this thing.  I grabbed him around the waste and held on.  His ass
was in my face and I kind of snuggled right into it, holding on to him, he
moved higher on the tip of his toes and my arms slipped a little and I
could feel my elbow at his crotch.  Being an electrician he was so into
what he was doing that he didn't notice that I had my nose flat against his
ass inhaling his male aroma.  Ok son, I'm coming down, and as he stepped
off the chair, my arms moved up around his upper chest, I felt his pecks
through his t `shirt.  Ya know if you had a hookup I could wire this for
ya.  I have a kerosene lamp that I use when it gets dark; yea I saw it over
there.

 Come, sat next to me son, let me talk to you; I sat down and he patted the
area right next to him so I moved over and he then put his arm around my
shoulder and told me how lonely he was being in this country without
relatives and friends, he started to say more but then stopped and studied
my expression.  He put his hand under my chin, I know that you really like
me and the missus son and I see you trying to imitate things that I do and
I love it when you come to work for us I enjoy your company so much, much
like a younger friend and sometimes a friend have to confide in another
friend, you understand son?  Yes sir! Oh my God it would be so much easier
if I had something to drink.  Why sir?  Because I need to say something and
it is hard, I don't want you to disrespect me or think less of me.  You can
never disappoint me sir, I love you because you have treated me so good
when I come to your home, but if you need something to drink then maybe
this will help.  I pulled a bottle of whisky from under a loose board in
the corner of the room.  Where did you get this?  It was left here by the
man who use to live here.  When I was cleaning out the place I found it and
put it away.  I was going to give it to my dad but I know that my mom don't
like for him to drink.  Mr. Martinelli took the bottle, looked at me and
squeezed my chin, and said "just what the doctor ordered" and then grabbed
my head with both hands and kissed me on the forehead.  I watched as he
opened the bottle and took a swig from it, frowned, then sat back.  Ahhh
that's potent stuff son.  You want some water sir?  Nah, why spoil the
taste, he took another swig and then another and then a fourth one and then
looked at me with those beautiful brown eyes and said that he and his wife
was having some problems in the bedroom.  Very innocently I asked, what do
you mean Mr. Martinelli?  First you have to promise what is said in this
room stays between us, is that a deal?  Sure sir, you can tell me anything
and it's between us men.  You are a good kid Robby, and cute to and I bet
you don't have problems with the girls now do you?  I only have had one
girlfriend sir and all we did was kiss.  Well kid, not much change once you
get married, that is to some of us.  What do you mean sir?  Take my wife
for instant, she don't like sex, says that it hurts too much and her doctor
said in so many words that her cunt is defective.  Huh? I asked, Yea that's
exactly what I asked.  I told her there's nothing wrong with your mouth but
she tells me that is dirty and she won't do it.  Son, I don't want to go
and cheat on her with another woman, this town is too small and it will get
back to her. I'm sorry sir, you shouldn't have to go through this but I
don't want you to see another woman either.  Son, I am tired of whipping
the old stick ya know what I mean? Pulling me closer to him kissing the top
of my head while holding me tight.  I wanted to touch him so bad but was
afraid to do so, Italian men are very affectionate but that is just their
nature.  Sir, you know what you need? Yea some tail, haaaa! son is it
getting hot in here? No sir, I believe it is the whisky. Oh well he said
and took another swig, mind if I take off this shirt son?  In my mind I was
saying hell noooooooo I don't mind, but just said to him no sir.  I watched
as he pulled the t `shirt over his head and threw it on the floor, he is so
fucking hairy and smelled so good.  Ya know son, she tells me that I am to
hairy and it bothers her for me to cuddle with her at night.
Mr. Martinelli stood up, looked around and asked where is the bath room?
Outside sir, so I have to go outside to take a piss?  No sir, I have a
bucket in the other room, you can do it there and I will take it outside
later; he kind of staggered a little in the other room and I heard him
pissing in the bucket, I tiptoed to the door to take a look, his back was
facing me, his shorts and boxers were pulled down and I could see his hot
hairy ass and boy did I get hard. His pissing slowed and I quickly moved
back to the other room and sat down, he came back in took a pillow from the
couch, lay on the floor and propped his head on the pillow.  He looked up
at me, come son lay with the old man for a while, but there is not another
pillow sir; that's ok, you can use my chest for one.  I didn't have to be
told twice, I lay next to him and he rapped me in his arms placing my head
on his chest, I was so close to his hairy nipple that I am sure he could
feel my hot breath.  I moved my head a little and placed my hand on his
chest and he let out a slight moan and asked what was I doing?  Just
touching your hair, is this ok sir?  Yea kid its ok.  I looked down and saw
his bulge getting a little bigger and I knew that if I do this just right I
might get what I wanted.  Son, it feels so good to be here in the quiet of
these woods, so peaceful.  I began to rub his chest up and down, running
the palm of my hand very lightly over his nipples, they were getting hard
but he said nothing.  I looked at his crotch, his cock was hard and
pointing downwards almost escaping his shorts, I would guess that he is
about 8 1/2" long and very thick.  Sir, are all the men in your family
hairy? Yea, it runs in the family.  You should see my father, when I was a
young boy I use to lay with my father and he would let me run my fingers
through his chest hair like you are doing now.  Was his legs as hairy as
yours sir?  Much more hairier and he had hair on is back too. But you don't
have hair on your back sir, no I don't kid, but I have it everywhere else
including my ass.  The wife hates it all.  I reached down and felt the hair
on his legs, he just smiled.  I got up on my knees facing him, and I felt
his legs from his foot up to his thighs, he spread his legs and I played
with the hair on the inside.  Does it lay down when it gets wet like the
hair on your head sir?  Yes it does son.  I leaned forward and licked the
hair on his left leg and as I stared upwards I saw his beautiful cock, the
head was peaking out of the foreskin and was nice and pink.  He looked down
at me and asked what was I doing?  I want to see your hair lay down sir.
He smiled and lay back down on the pillow and closed his eyes, I licked his
leg again and moved up higher and higher, as I got closer to his cock his
manly smell was so intoxicating I decided to go for the gold.  I licked the
exposed head, what are you doing son?  I didn't answer, I just wrapped my
lips around his cock and took as much as I could down my throat,
fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk son, what whattttt are you doing to me, stop, this is not
right, I can't let this happen.  Instead of pushing me away, he spread his
legs wider now exposing his huge hairy balls, I took them into my right
hand and continue to swallow his huge cock, he was moaning so loud now,
begging me one second to stop and in another he was raising off the carpet
trying to shove his cock down my throat, I knew that he could blow any
minute and I didn't want it to end to quickly so I removed his cock from my
throat, pull his foreskin completely back and licked his beautiful wet
head.  Please son, bring me off I need it so bad; not yet sir, I want more
of this hot body of yours.  I put one of his huge hairy balls in my mouth
and gently rolled my tongue around it and then I let it go and took the
other one in ,my mouth and did the same as I was unbuttoning his shorts and
pulling them down and off his feet and then remove his socks leaving him
totally naked. I pushed his legs up to his chest exposing his fucking hairy
ass man it was so fucking beautiful I thought I was going to loose it, I
looked up and he still had his eyes closed so I started kissing his hairy
ass cheeks and licking them.  I stared at that hot ass crack, so much hair
protruding out of it; I move in and buried my face in his crack and started
to lick his hot rosebud.  Robbbbbbbbbbbby oh Robbbbbbbbbbbbbbby no, no, no.
Please son oh my god please.  The more he begged no, the more I sucked on
his hole, it opened up and my tongue went inside licking his inner walls
and that's when I heard him sobbing. I looked up and he had pre-cum
dripping onto his stomach and I knew then that those sobs were of joy.
Reluctantly, I released his legs and moved up to where the pre-cum had
spilled and began to lick it from his hairy stomach.  I moved up farther
and took one of his hard hairy nipples into my mouth and sucked on it like
a baby sucked a mothers nipple; he grabbed my head and began to kiss my
forehead and then pulled me next to him and bit my ear and then licked the
insides of them.  Robby, what we are doing is wrong.  No it is not; I love
you Mr. Martinelli, I am giving you what you need and I both need.  His big
beautiful brown eyes met mine, he grabbed the back of my head an pulled me
towards him, our lips met, and he kissed me with such passion I wanted it
to last forever; I was in heaven, I reached for his cock, he had spilled
another puddle of his sweet juice on his stomach, I scooped it up and put
it at the entrance of my hole and pressed my finger inside my boy pussy
lubing if to receive his large hot cock.  I was still a little sore from
the fucking that Mr. Peterson had given me a week ago, but I didn't care
how much pain his cock would cause, I wanted this man more than anything
else at this moment.  We were still locked a passionate kiss when I grabbed
his cock, pointed it at my hole and move back and his huge head popped into
my tight ass stretching me wider than Mr. Peterson cock had.
Mr. Martinelli eyes got big; he started to set up pushing his cock deeper
into my stretched hole.  No Robby I don't want to hurt you.  I pushed him
back down and I sat up straight and with a lot of pain lowered myself
slowly on this wonderful Italian cock until I felt his hairy pubes brushed
my balls.  You are so tight Robby, you alright son?  Trying not to frown;
yes sir!  You feel like velvet on my cock Robby.  I began to ride that
monster and it began to hit the right spot inside my hole, that love knot,
he started pushing upward as I was sliding down giving my prostate one hell
of a ride, I began to see stars, fuck me Mr. Martinelli, fuck me hard sir I
screamed.  He grabbed my head and pulled me forward and pressed his lips to
mine and slid his tongue into my mouth, then rolled me over onto my back
keeping his cock buried deep inside me and began to fuck me so hard and so
fast, sticking his tongue in my ear licking and biting my ear lobe, his
hairy chest was massaging my smooth chest. I screamed out of pain and
passion, my cock was rock hard, I shot my load all over my stomach.  I
could still feel his hard cock deep inside me, he was still fucking me
hard, his sweat falling down his face, his chest now wet, I wrapped my arms
around his neck and my legs around his ass, holding onto him, never wanting
to let go, I'm a cumming, Robbie ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.  Mr. Martinelli came and
came and came, he had such a powerful orgasm that he shook all over and
then laid on top of me with is cock still deep inside me.  He laid on me a
little longer and then rolled over to his side exhausted, his eyes were
closed and he lay quiet.

Mr. Martinelli finally spoke; Robby, you know what we did was wrong I'm a
old enough to be your fatha.  Did you like it sir?  That's not the point
son, we shouldn't done it.  Sir, I came to your home early this morning and
I heard you and Mrs. Martinelli fighting about the sex, I hurt for you so
much that I couldn't stand it.  I love you and Mrs. Martinelli and I don't
want you to leave her for another woman; please sir let me make you feel
good when you need it.  This wasn't your first time with a guy was it
Robby? No sir; how many times have you done this before Robby?  A couple
sir?  Who with son?  I promised that I wouldn't tell sir.  Did you like it
with the other guy?  Not as much as I did with you sir.  He pulled me to
him and kissed me on the head.  You really like what I did to ya son?  Yes
sir.  But ah ... but what son?  Nothing sir?  Come on son, there is nothing
that you can't tell me, now spill it.  I wanted to eat your ass some more
sir?  That felt great Robby, you really like that?  Yes sir, you taste so
good, can I lick it some more before you leave sir?  He looked at me for a
minute and then said sure son, if it makes you happy.  I asked him to turn
over onto his stomach and he did, I took the pillow and put it under his
waist so that his ass was in the air, I pushed his legs apart so that I
could lay in between them and started kissing his hairy ass, I love the
feel of his hair on my face, then I opened his cheeks and was staring at
his hairy crack and dove in licking it, biting and chewing on as much as I
could, he started moaning real loud, I reached under him and pulled his
cock between his legs and started to stroke him as I continue to eat that
hot sweaty ass hole.  Ohhhhhhh fuck Robby that feels good son, EAT MY
ASSSSSSSSS, yea, get that tongue it there you little cocksucker.
Eatttttttttt me; he hole relaxed and opened up like a rose bud and I rammed
my tongue as far up his hole as it would go.  FUCK ROBBYYYYYYYYY, YOU
COCKSUCKING LITTLE BITCH, EAT MY FUCKING SHIT HOLE! AWKKK!  His cock
started getting hard again, I started stroking his cock, still tongue
fucking his hairy hole, and he began moaning louder and louder.  I released
his cock and asked him to get on his hands and knees, he did and I laid my
head on the pillow under him and pulled him towards me, his cock just out
of reach.  Fuck my mouth, fuck it hard and talk dirty to me sir.  With that
he lowered his cock to my lips; I opened my mouth and his fat uncut cock
slid down my throat, he began trusting faster and faster; TAKE MY COCK, YOU
FUCKING LITTLE COCKSUCKER, TAKE IT DAM YOU; I grabbed his hairy ass pulling
him deep into my mouth and throat almost gagging.  I pulled his cheeks
apart and began to finger his hot hole; soon my middle finger had
penetrated his tight hole, sliding it past the knuckle attacking his
prostate.

DAM SON, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YA TOUCHING? AWW, IT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD, YA
LITTLE CUM BUCKET.  I was getting so hot from his hard pounding and dirty
talk that I shot my load without touching myself; he was pounding is cock
so hard now that I had a hard time breathing, just as I thought I was going
to pass out, he shouted; I'M A CUMMING !!! and shot another hot load and I
swallowed it all.  Mr. Martinelli fell to his side exhausted, I looked at
him; he was so handsome and had this happy and content expression on his
face.  We laid there in silence for a few minutes and then we both got
dressed.

Robbie?  Yes sir! I may have some more things in the garage that I can give
ya for you club house if you want `em, we can check it out tomorrow if ya
like?  I will be over after church sir.

Thank you son for giving me what I need most.  With that, Mr. Martinelli
grabbed me and kissed me hard tasting himself as he rolled my ass cheeks in
his big powerful hands.  Come on son, let's go, I'll drop you off at home.

I hoped you enjoyed part two.  Part three will be coming soon.  I would
love to hear your thoughts.  Newauthor59@hotmail.com