"Can I curl up here" Sara asked as she sat next to me, putting her head againstmy shoulder, "I guess" I replied. And with that she dropped her pillow,...threw the blanket on top of us & curled up. I looked at my mom,she was looking at us, smiling & looked back to the road. Sara got comfortable, putting her right hand on my stomach as she leaned on my shoulder, feigning sleep. As we bounced on down the road, I started thinking about football, relaxing & watching TV, (no video games yet,,) and yes,. David died last year when a drunk teenager ran his car up over the curb and into the table where David and I were eating. I never even got knocked off my chair but David….”I watched as the brightness in her face was eclipsed by the memory of her loss. “I’m sorry. I truly am. I’m so sorry for your loss.”“Ron, it was good seeing you but I suppose I should be getting Rickie home and in bed. Is there a way I can get in touch with you? Are you married?”“Not any more!” I confessed with an. A half hour latter the k** was signed and Connie took him on an orientation ride he'll never forget. “Sweet k** – nice cock. Three loads in twenty minutes and I enjoyed it as much as he did. Every knob job should be like that!” “Good baby – Its good to enjoy you work” I said as I stuffed a Ben Franklin between her teats, “Hopefully you can do a replay with my boss. Go knock on that door – I told him about your talents and bet him fifty bucks you'd drain him hands free.” Nearly an hour. I returned my right hand to rub her belly and tickle her navel before moving toward her “fun spot” as we called it. I rustled up the flattened pubic bush and played there for awhile and explored the tender inner thighs near her magic junction. She then got up one elbow and looked into my eyes tracing her left index finger around my face and chest and asked, “Please do me a favor?” I thought, here it goes this is too good to be true, something is about to go bad. Tentatively I asked, “What.