She also said Moria hadn’t ever had a serious boyfriend, and that she deserved someone good.” “Tell me about it!” Hunter exclaimed loudly, and...Jade walked out of the area of the bus where the bunks were to where Davey and Hunter were sitting at a small table. “What the hell is going on?” he asked. “I’ll tell you as soon as I find out why we’re stopped,” Hunter said, remembering their original point of being out there at 4:23 a.m. according to the clock above the microwave Hunter walked up to. If anyone ever bothered checking, they would find out that the money came on behalf of a Mr. G. Something-or-other. The Something-or-other varies, but the G is constant.For a good reason: I'm always George. That's the safest way. If anyone of you ever comes across me again, being George is a must. You can't remember my last name anyway. You'll be at ease again. "Funny coincidence that good old George ended up the same place as me," you'll think. I, on the other hand, will pity you. In all. Doubtless the telepathic training he'd just absorbed had a healthy attachment of sub-conscious hermaphroditic desire associated with it. He licked his lips; I licked mine.This was beginning to look like good news, he'd erroneously deduced that I was the cause; better he think that for now; and of course on the pure selfish side I was getting lots of personal attention from the most important person in my universe. As I thought this, he shuffled closer, almost touching, inhaling my. Then my tongue licking along her, separating her, discovering the wonders beneath. Her smell, her taste, all perfect to me, fresh like this spring air, intoxicating, drawing me in, my tongue finding her opening, testing, teasing, then up, her clit engorged, begging for attention. I sucked and licked, my tongue circling as my fingers spread her open to my attentions. Her back arched as her hand found my head, encouraging me, letting me know what she wanted and letting me know when she was.