”“What do your people call you?”“Wait ... what? My people call me Surprise, Melody or Trouble. Your turn.”“John Beavers...” he said.“F...om?”“Beavers Bottom.”I raised my hand like I was swearing to tell ‘the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. so help me God.’ “Frogmorton.” I said. “You know the hauley road east of Beavers Bottom?”He nodded.“The sheds on the hauley?”“Uh huh.”“My mom and dad kept their airplane in those sheds.”He looked close ... closer than when they were dancing. "Do you have much todo?" Nothing that could not wait. Why?" Come on let's go to the pub and have some fun."We went to the pub and sat in a corner like to kids playing truant. Oneof the salons customers was in the bar and we both recognised her. Shewaved hesitantly."That's Mrs Bradley, she's a bit of a gossip and she is lookingpuzzled." She is trying to work out what we are up to."Jess looked thoughtful for a minute and said, "She is and watchingclosely. Are you up for a bit of evil?" What. He grabbed her hair with both hands and pulled her face against his crotch, rubbing his cock against her face. Then he pulled back slightly and prodded her mouth with the head. "Open up, god damn it!" He dropped his hold with one hand, slapped her hard, then grabbed his prick and pushed it between her lips. They parted slowly, and Micha, pushing his hips and pulling her hair, stuffed about half his manhood into her mouth. Letting go of his cock, Micha grabbed her hair again."Now suck it, you. That's funny, it's not on the order," said Linda. "Butyou must have impressed him, that's one of the Johanssons." We know, he's our boss," said Joyce as she picked up the drink andsniffed it, it had the aroma of citrus, but it wasn't exactly orange."Well, here's to our boss," said Elena, and they all lifted theirglasses.Joyce took a sip and smiled. "Whatever it is, it's good." Can I taste it?" asked Terri.Joyce passed the drink over, and Terri took a sip. "It's rathersweet, but I agree with.