Gingerly, she touched a yellow bloom and looked at Tim. ‘Daffodils.’ ‘Dah-foe-dilzzz.’ ‘It’s a flower.’ ‘Fla-wah.’ ‘My dad’s s...cond wife planted them. She tried to add a woman’s touch to the place. Dad didn’t like it, said she was invading his personal space. That marriage only lasted two years. Good thing, because I was tired of fucking her too.’ Tim walked to the shore, filled his empty beer bottle with water, and then returned to the flowerbed. He picked two blossoms, stuck the stems into. You little cocksucker, he groaned victorious.I couldn't believe this, she had her lips wrapped around someone else's junk, both hands on it.She was going at it slowly, taking his thick cock bit by bit.Slurping and stroking it, and doing for seconds to breath.You're really big, she told him.And you're really good at sucking cock.Keep going, he motioned her.Mmmm was all that would come out her mouth.She was using both her hands with him, licking the tip and giggling all while doing so.My mouth is. It looked like a ghost town. The only businesses that remained were two bars, a check cashing place, and a pawn shop. Even the second hand store had closed down.“I don’t know,” Jack answered. He glanced over at the pawn shop thinking that he still had stuff sitting on the shelves there. Of all of his electronics, the only thing that was worth getting back was his stereo.“What did she say when she called?” Melissa asked.“She just told me to bring you by this bar on the way home from work,” Jack. Is that what you believe? She thought for a moment, truly thought. During the silence, Josh couldnt help but think about how often people dont allow themselves that moment, wanting to answer the moment a question is asked. He thought of how often people fear silence. Not necessarily, she finally said, her voice gentle. I guess its something like I kind of live by, subconsciously, but Im not necessarily an advocate of it. People should have things they enjoy in life simply for the sake of.