She was wearing just her pink thong and a tee shirt. That was not odd, usually after school she wanted to get comfy. So I walked over and wrapped my a...ms around her from behind. As she always does, she turned to face me, and had the cat that ate the canary look on her face. I noticed that her nipples were hard as well. My mind began to churn with ideas of what Shellie and Lynn had been doing. After a nice long kiss, I sat in chair beside the table. “Okay, what went on today?” I asked.“What on. "Can you do that for me, Mister Bumfelt?" Micky," I replied, pouring myself another shot of bourbon. "If we're talking murder, call me, Micky."She smiled, waved the private detective over, undid his belt, dropping his trousers and took Bumfelt’s cock into her warm mouth. She took his balls into her hands and worked at his cock with her mouth. She slipped her lips from it. Pre-cum and her saliva glistened on its head. She flicked at it with her tongue. Tasting. “Use my mouth as a fuck-hole,” she. Frightened, I jumped up and ran to the car even as the hot piss still dribbled out from my cunt. I franticly tried again each door only to confirm what I already knew.I just confirmed again that I was locked out of that stupid car. The rustle in the bushes became louder and made me get scared; so I ran around to the opposite side of the car. But then I saw it was just an innocent raccoon, looking at me with his bandit mask making him look almost funny. Afraid to walk away from the car, I. However, I caught her eye and motioned her over and she could tell I was a little angry and so she excused herself and came back by herself. Mary sat down and said, ‘Thanks for getting me another drink Mose. You are a great guy. I hope you don’t mind me dancing some with other guys?’ Well what are you going to say after that if you are a nice guy and you want only the best for your best friend. ‘No, it’s okay Mary I was just getting a little lonely that’s all. I know I’m not much of a dancer.