Homer uttered something that Cal didn’t exactly remember—something about working together for the common good. Homer rose from his chair without w...rning and turned toward the door.“You better think about that elevator!” he growled over his shoulder as he began descending the stairs.In a minute he had managed to get all the way to the bottom landing and then out of the building. Cal realized that Homer was right—about the elevator—but, that’s as far as it went.Cal’s first appointment was from a. Door closed and it must have been 5 seconds and the two hotties were undressing me. One pulled me down to the floor on top of her, her skirt and stockings still on but the blouse was gone and her tender perky titties were warm against my chest. we kissed deep while the second hottie rubbed up and down my legs and ass and was reaching around for my bulging cock aching for something hot and wet. Wasn't long before she was tonguing my asshole and pulling my cock back and sucking it deep into her. “This the lady you were telling us about?” said Dad.“Yes, yes it is,” I said. “Stacey Wilcox, this is Xena and Philby Carter, My parents.“Pleased to meet you both,” said Stacey, smiling broadly.The greetings and pleasantries continued for some few minutes. Cousin Mike broke that up.“Your turn at the pit,” he said, handing me the already soiled apron he’d been wearing. I frowned but accepted the protective garment.“I’ll be back as soon as I can find an excuse,” I said, addressing my date.“Don’t. "Over there was a sales item island in the main passageway. The main theme was cake mixes, but there were frosting and cupcake papers, and a hundred other associated items. When I gave up on the search, she was gone.Over the next hour, I visited the pudding section, and the toiletry area, each half a dozen times. I checked the lines at the registers each time by. I called out at both restrooms. I went through the checkout line once, and carried a bag out to the truck. I'd made the trip out to.