Keeping it on her ankle I talked to her about the game, and the incident that had resulted in her ankle injury.After about 10 minutes she suggested th...t she would like to take a shower. Her ankle was feeling a little better, and she hoped that she could stand on it."I'll help you into the bathroom, and leave you there while I wait here" I suggested."Thank you ... thank you so much" she responded as I helped her to her feet and almost carried her to the bathroom."Call me if you need help" I told. ”“Tell me about the footprints,” Wiltkins presses.“Military grade,” Davis says without skipping a beat. “Though, I wouldn’t say American. They are the first to be found at any of the sites so far.”“Considering that they’re hitting random sites means there I more than one team,” Wiltkins reasons. “Get in touch with the governor of each state in the northwest. Have them call in National Guard. I want road blocks set up at every transport truck crossing into cities containing major renewable power. She said that maybe she should just hire a gigolo. To which I replied, "No need for that I'll be your gigolo." She giggled said that was so sweet and kissed me on the cheek. She must have used a mall bathroom visit to remove her panties because as she got into the car she made sure to slid up her skirt and give me a long and clear view of her clean shaven pussy. Once in the car we decided that we were hungry so we headed off to a Mexican restaurant. I asked for a quiet booth, we were escorted. Cheryl used the damp washcloth we kept a baggie in the car to clean the cum from her face.“No, leave the cum on your tits and blouse, I have an idea,” I commented as I ran my right hand up the inside of her left thigh, above the hose tops and into the glaze of semen on her thighs and bald pussy.“What naughty idea do you have, and I know it has to be a bit nasty,” she replied as I turned into the parking lot of one of the malls, slowly driving past the still open fast food joints.“Well, I am.