" Pat, Carlita's been through it. Not talked about it. Not read about it. Actually been through it ... I am not going to be the one to hurt her." Kind...of the way I feel about Brindy. You saw her..." And you're okay with me and Lita?" I don't know if I'm okay..." Her eyes flashed. "Dammit, Dave, maybe a little bit jealous..." Pat, we talked..." I know. We needed to go buy a trailer on the outskirts of town with an old pickup truck on cinder blocks in the front yard..." Or recognize that society. “I dunno, what would you prefer,” I said?Carter interrupted our deliberations, “Hey, while you guys are figuring that out, and both options sound great to me, I need to go and take a leak.” I directed Carter to the guest bathroom and then resumed fingering Cara, then got between her legs to eat out her wet pussy some more.When Carter got back he stood by us jacking off watching me run my tongue in and around Cara’s cunt, folding back her pussy lips, lapping all around them and then running my. There was a smattering of house paint, a selection of dated toys, a large assortment of cake decorating items and rack after rack of t shirts that were emblazoned with reference to about fifteen shows of yesteryear television. One of those managers had actually believed that "high end" jewelry, with its attendant high end markup, could be sold and easily improve the net profit. That none of the store employees at that time knew anything at all about how to market "high end" jewelry was missed. Elsa and Melanie filled in the gaps about the other paintings and where they’d been hung after KC quieted down. Melanie even showed her cellphone photos of the paintings in my office area. She clung onto me in a nice way for about fifteen minutes, and then gradually got used to what had happened. I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen someone so euphoric.KC again tried to give me back the check. She couldn’t tell it was from me by how it was written. The check was written on one of my relatively anonymous.