They had left early that morning to go to my sister's softball tournament for the weekend, leaving me and Joaquin to fend for ourselves. Not that we ...ouldn't handle it, after all we were both seniors in high school. We both hopped in the shower (separate bathrooms of course) to clean up before dinner. I examined myself in the mirror before stepping into the steaming water. My long brown hair hung over my nearly C cup breasts, and my body was a nice bronze tan from all my tennis practices. . Tentatively, I poke my tongue out and lick his heavy sac. I hear an intake of breath."Bobbie so, so nice, yes, love my balls. Take them into your mouth, my she-boy,"I move my mouth up, first taking one, then the other into my mouth, lathing them with my tongue and bringing groans from him. I feel his hands on my head, pushing me into his crutch, the scent of him growing stronger as my lips and tongue work on his sensitive balls.I can feel my penis too, stiff and confined in it's nest, longing. "Am I still your honey pot?" This is horrible," Reba griped and left to go for a walk. She decided she could not stay around while her mother and Mister West acted like old fools with each other. They acted just like a pair of horny kids. She decided she would be glad when they reached Tulsa. Then they could say goodbye to that pot-bellied old man who had her ma acting so giddy and foolish."Martha, I must leave you now and deliver the quarterly records to the home office. You will not be able. And Mrs. Johansen are understanding about our following them. We would be in real trouble if we didn't have his landline. God I hate cell phones."Jen placed a hand on Jack's. "It's not your fault, Jack. No one could have followed that BMW without being seen. You did the right thing. This way we have a chance of following them after they pick up the ransom money. Thanks to you, there is still hope."Cindy simply sat on a chair and cried quietly with Mrs. Johansen trying to calm her down. "Here,.