Before I knew what I wasdoing, I had logged into my old email account, and to my horror and shock,it was clear that "I" had been active in my email. I... never had occurred tome that "I" might actually still exist, that someone was in my old bodyliving my life. Was it Tiffany? I had to know. I ran to the living room(reminded myself never to do that again without a bra on) and got my cell. Idialed the number and right away "I" answered."This is Stephen."I froze. It was my voice. It was me, but it. And after aneternity (about fifteen seconds) thumbed the security fob switch, opened thedoor and leapt into the cab. All the way home Jerry thought of just how itseemed that his life had become a script written, produced and directed by MoeHoward. Just as she approached the exit for home the low fuel light came on.Knowing she had to refuel she pulled into a self serve station and positionedthe truck to screen her from the store front, and wrapping the tatters of theruined skirt about her hips. She groaned and stirred, but was still asleep.Slowly and diligently, I began to suck the cum out of her pussy. At first, gulps of it came running out all by themselves, and I made sure to catch them with my mouth. Then, I had to suck harder, probing her with my tongue for the load he had dumped deeper inside her. And, to be completely sure, I probed her with my fingers, reaching deep inside her pussy and scooping up whatever slimy remnants I could find there, licking my fingers clean every time. He smirked.“You’ve done that before, I see.”She gave a cheeky half smile.“I might have.” She dunked the other half of the cookie, ate it, and then used the second cookie to slowly scrape all the foam off the cappuccino, licking slowly and gently. There were more eyes than just Orion’s on her now. The Coffee Bean had developed a warm background buzz of greetings, catchings-up and excited plan-making.Bob sat back and all three bar occupants looked at his picture: a bright, happy, smiley orangey.