"Oh, my," she said, delighted. Her smile revealed a row of perfectly straight, white teeth contrasted against her bronzed, tanned complexion. She fond...ed my cock eagerly. There was a look of knowing anticipation in her eyes. She took her free hand and placed it behind my head, playing with the little hairs there and stroking the nape of my neck gently. No one had never done that to me before. The feeling was genuinely arousing. This woman was a pro. "You're a big boy, aren't you?"She leaned. "Yes, he's running around here somewhere," she confirmed. "I know he's looking forward to seeing you." I'll look for him," I said. Kay and I continued down the receiving line, until, finally, we reached the end. We wandered around, looking for our table. We found it, over close by the speakers. Since we were the first ones from our table to arrive, we chose seats that faced the head table and the dance floor."Would you like a Coke or something?" I asked Luscious."Coke would be fine," she. Hell, a third of them get bought up by scalpers and are resold for six times their box office price, and the faithful climb all over themselves to pay it just so they get a seat close enough to hear this new messenger from God, they're calling him." You're kiddin' me! Messenger from God?! Are you serious? Just who the hell is this clown, anyway?" Stinson erupted."He calls himself Chase Evans McClayne, and he always uses his full name like it's some kind of trumpet call. Nobody, not even his. " When they had finished their meal, Celia took the pot with the remaining porridge in it over by the window. It was colder there than near the fire. Then she washed the bowls, horn spoons and wooden spoon in some water from the crock. She also washed the tin pot and cup. They would need more water soon, she noted.Then she returned to the mattress where Gabe was sitting, watching her. He had placed the jar of salve near the fire to warm it some so it could be applied on her back easily. Celia.