I stroked her back, and then patted her on the butt as a signal that the hug was over. But it wasn't."You know what I thought about when I masturbated..." she whispered, sounding excited now.Oh god, this was going too far, too fast. "Honey, we better..." You Daddy ... I used to think of you ... I still do." Baby, this isn't right..." I used to listen to you doing it to mom, and then when I began to touch myself, my fingers became you."My swollen cock was twitching.April was leaning over and. When the working day was over, he drove over to Cliff Bastone’s lot and looked again. Cliff still had the three-model-year-old F450 diesel with a plowing package, bright red. ‘Cliff, y’aren’t gonna believe this, but I think I want a new truck.’ ‘Naw, I must be dreamin’. Maybe it was last night’s meatloaf did it. Joe Burbon actually would buy somethin’ new?’ ‘Cliff, now you know I wouldn’t do that to a pal, buy a new truck. Now there’s a three-year-old truck on your lot. You don’t want people to. “Which dawn?” Ann returned with a grin. “Aren’t there supposed to be three?”“Crap. I don’t know. The one from the nearest star. Didn’t the update say the other two were so far away this time of year that they only provided something like full moonlight while they were up?”“Yeah, I suppose.” Ann consulted her comp. “But with the crappy planet’s long day/night cycle this time of year, we should have darkness all the way ... if this thing is correct.”“It would probably be pretty if there weren’t. She didn’t even feel the third one go down.He’s ghosted me, and I miss him so goddamned much.“Hey baby!” a smooth operator said as he laid a hand on her shoulder. “What’s your name? I was thinking—““Don’t think,” she interrupted. “Just go.”He walked away and was replaced immediately by a tall dusky Latino woman, who just leaned on the bar and stared into her eyes.“What’s your name, sweetheart?”“Doesn’t matter.”“Well, I’m Linda. It’s nice to meet you.” Linda held out her hand for a shake.She.