"Then why are you getting my cock out if you want me fucking Jolene in front of you?" Rocco spoke softly, confused about Greg's motives. Greg unbuckle... his seat belt, leaning closer to Rocco's cock. Slowly Greg ran his tongue over his shaft tasting him, swirling his tongue around Rocco's head.Greg winked before taking as much of Rocco's shaft into his mouth, his tongue moving rapidly around him. Greg started to bob his head rapidly, shutting his eyes and imagining what he would like done to. Harry's demanded a proper dinner every evening, his shirts laundered and ironed, the house cleaned immaculately, even the lawn mowing was my responsibility it seemed and then there was his mother's interference, and his kids Sheila, Chloe and |Henry, twelve, ten and eight, when we married and they came to leave me in no doubt why their mother had left them, and him, for a travelling salesman.The Harry I married was virile, passionate, thirty three, he was only eighteen when Sheila was. Blaine's rifle case. I hoped it was some sort of contraband so I could burn his and Sgt. Reynolds' asses. The only thing which bothered me was Sgt. Blaine was a bit too accepting of the order to open the case.He opened it. I looked over his shoulder and saw a hell of a nice rifle with several magazines - and nothing else. He asked, "Sir, would you care to inspect my rifle?"I affirmed, "That's a nice rifle, you bet I want to inspect it."Sgt. Blaine advised caution but I could tell from the tone. You fit the description, Miss. Is this your phone?" She held out the mobile phone and Elaine laughed nervously and nodded. The waitress glanced at Gary then back to Elaine. "They said they'd call soon." Thank you," said Elaine, blushing deeply. She took the phone and placed it on the table. Within a minute of the waitress leaving, it rang. "I'll just get this," she said to Gary, shaking her head as she picked it up.Caller ID told her it was Chelsea. "Hey, Chelsea," she said. Gary just smiled.