With Sam in a tight front head scissors, she pulled the white sheet over them and tucked it in snuggly. She then started to roll, her hips bringing Sa... with her until everything from her breasts down was tightly wrapped up in the taut sheet.“Okay in there?” she called down to the mound of entwined bodies tied up in the fabric.She was rewarded with another flick of his tongue as she next pulled the rug over her and rolled back the other way to encase them both in a solid carpet roll.It had. It bounces between us and I catch it. I bounce it back to her. A breeze comes up and we can hear the flag-like flapping and snapping of white sheets drying on a pulley clothesline of another two flat a few buildings down. Deedee throws the ball again but it hits the edge of an uneven section of sidwalk and bounces against the weathered wooden fence. As it rebounds I miss catching it and it rolls onto the small rectangular patch of dry, sickly looking grass. I run for it, trying to grab it. ‘That’s the way that I want to die when I die. I want to die with three beautiful, buxom, big boob blonde bombshells in bed with me. Wow! I’d die happy and with a big smile on my face. What a way to go.’ ‘You die like that and Saint Peter won’t allow you in Heaven,’ said Vito shaking his head and making the sign of the cross. ‘Won’t allow me in Heaven? Are you kidding me? Saint Peter is a man or once was a man, that is, before he became an Angel. He’d understand when he asked me the question. .. Lot's!" I said with a smile."Hmm." Cleo made a noise through her nasal that said she wasn't convinced."Go. Get the last case. I'm finishing breakfast." To prove my point I took a large bite.Cleo headed upstairs and pulled down the case with her clothes. She dragged it down the stairs with a thump-thump-thump. I couldn't help but laugh."Is it THAT heavy?"Cleo just sent me a look that said 'you don't wanna know' and continued out the door."Be sure the ass end of the car isn't dragging when you.