I have something to do”, Joanna replied.“Like what?”“Hmmmm. Actually I am not feeling, I didn’t say it earlier as I didn’t want to bother ...ou guys”, I fumbled out.“Shut the crap up. Be ready I am be coming to pick you up in ten minutes and you can crash here tonight”, George replied.“George, listen buddy, I won’t be able to..”, Joanna couldn’t complete when George cut in, “Listen Joanna, enough of your crap. I will see you in 10 minutes. Bye”, with that he hung up.Feeling a bit helpless yet. Ben felt her mouth wrap around his cock, and it was like heaven, or whathe perceived as heaven -- so hot, so slick. He was so turned on, and that shewould do this in the car on the highway was just exciting to him. She was relentless,keeping up with the pace he set. He was on fire as she moved her tongue aroundhis shaft, sucking the head every chance he offered, but mostly just movingwith him. He felt her fingers graze his balls and squeeze them. His balls werewet from her saliva and his. His only conspirator was his fence.Watching his niece for a week was not a problem for Ken. They always got along well enough. Lately, she had been a bit of a problem for Al and Barb; but, what the fuck, she was a teenager!The time came, the Bakers left and Ken moved into the guest room downstairs. Brit’ney was civil to him and they even had a tolerable dinner together. Afterward, Ken settled in the living room to do a little reading about antiques. Shortly, down the stairs came Brit’ney,. "Your drawings are very good, Brittney. Sometimes your creativity needs to sit an marinate for a while before it develops a fine, complex flavor." Ben reached across the table and grasped her hand. "I understand what you went through. I've had moments of doubt, myself. I think every artist has stretches when he thinks the muse has deserted him." You do understand," Brittney replied. "I think you're the first creative person I've met who does understand." Probably not, Brittney. I think everyone.