Joe is the kind of guy that would help you out no matter what.It actually reminds me of that old bumper sticker: "friends help you move. Real friends ...elp you move bodies." Because Joe would help you clean up a body and never ask how that body came to be there. When I told him what was going on, and that I needed to get out of the house, he let me shack up in his old guest house and helped me sell the house. He helped me pack up all of Valentine's stuff that she didn't take and put it in. It's just unexpected, that's all." She wiggled her head. Her hair danced in my lap. "I like the name Gretchen. A lot."She spun around and knelt on the table again. This time she was facing directly away from me. Her ass stared me in the face. Her fingers returned to the cloth triangle and she squeezed it together. A quarter inch separated her asshole from my vision. Between her knees I could see her tits hanging down and beyond that her face, smiling at me through the tunnel created by her. You could say they almost like doing it." You don't, friend?", the eba asked slightly tilting its head showing genuine surprise and interest. Its whiskers twitched involuntarily and Sigmund answered in a hurried tone:"I would, if the job didn't try to kill me all the time. Now, come." I fear for them, our friends. Please, let's stay. Please, friend Sigmund," the eba's voice a pleading barytone, almost inappropriately petulant."They can find shelter in one of the old pumping stations if they're. " OK!" I replied. "I'm with you!" And I guided Tony's cock into my mouth as he laid down on my stomach and took my hardening cock quickly into his mouth.Tony's cock was just right for sucking. Not too long to deep throat and slim enough that it would would slip down easy. A little like a foot-long hot dog, but not that long. So, with that in mind I slid further up the bench, moving Tony backwards, until my head was over the end of the bench giving a perfect line up for Tony to fuck my face as.