She'd probably grow up to sell insurance or something."I might ... depending on who it is." I insisted.She looked exasperated. The Sheriff wasn't used...to people questioning her authority."What if it was one of the girls in the posse?" she asked.I tried to look surprised. "Well, most of them are kind of cute I guess it would depend on which one." I had to act normal, right?Claire didn't know what to do now. She looked at me with a frown. Then she looked behind her, at the closed door. "What if. Then in 2005 in a time when many thought the era of the muscle car was gone, when many expected Ford to simply bury the Mustang the way so many of their competitors had buried their muscle cars and tried to copy Europe, Ford said, "Fuck it."They put out a Mustang that looked like a Mustang and with that one shot, started the war all over again. GM and Chrysler quickly erected their barricades behind similar throwback versions of their own. For ten years high-tech retro versions of muscle cars. She wasn’t satisfied with the light from the window and wanted to turn on the lamp so she could look at him naked and look at his cock, hard with wanting her, but she didn’t feel right asking him. Instead of turning the light on, she took his cock in her hands. It was a nice size, a comfortable size. She bent over and took the head in her mouth, stroking it with her tongue and sucking gently on it, warm saliva pooled in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head and swallowed. Her tongue. She also neglected to mention she wanted to live in L.A. with Janelle. They were both a bit melancholy when they hung up admitting to Janelle they really missed home. The rest of the day was spent out running around, visiting a farmer’s markets and some other sights they had on their to-do list. During dinner that evening Jordan got a call from Emma. She excused herself since she was practically done to take the call in her room. The call lasted quite a while. When she returned to the kitchen.