”‘We’ve got another six weeks of mowing.”“That’s about right.”“We’ve got about six weekends of painting curbs although that doesn’... necessarily mean we’ll be working six Saturdays. It all depends on the weather.”“I can’t believe how much money we’re making at painting curbs. I nearly died when the count came up at seventeen hundred and eight bucks that weekend after the article came out. Do you remember when we would do good to come up with a hundred dollars in one day?”Benny said, “I remember. I baked a dozen, all the while fantasizing over the many other ways I could show Kevin what I good little neighbor I was, then headed next door, piping-hot cookies in hand.Cindy greeted me at the door. Up close she was even mousier than I’d first imagined: brown hair pulled into a messy pony-tail with a “just say no to sex” scrunchy, thick, oversized glasses, and a look on her face that immediately said she hated me. Of course, next to her I looked like a summer sex goddess. And I’d dressed. Frank and I were in at the beginning of the movement in the very early 60s, and Melanie was born in ‘62. We lived in the commune until she was four, and I was nineteen. Frank decided we needed to be on our own once he graduated from Berkeley. Like your parents, we moved here in the early 70s because California had gotten too weird even for us flower children! I think you once mentioned that after the Watts riots, Charles Manson, and the earthquake in ‘71, your parents had enough. It was about. .......fuck me.........” Samantha cried out, unable to hold back. “Not good enough.....where you want me to shoot?” John queried, keeping his hand off her clit. “Ohhhhhh.....fill me up. Come on....uh......fill my pussy up with...your cum......oh god.....” she moaned, looking back at him, lust in her eyes. “You got it.” John said, triumphant. He mashed his hand up into her clit again, and sped up the pace of his thrusting. “Ohhhhhh, ahhhhhh......” Jamie gasped. It felt like her brain was being.