Usually I would be told to go andplay and not to worry myself, but on rare occasions I would get a hint ofsomething else from her, "It would not be fu... Patrick, believe me. There cannot be more than one ofyou in this world can there, so something would have to happen to make surethat things stay that way".What she considered an explanation was as big a puzzle to me as her originalstatement but after that she would say no more, leaving any answer I mightconjure to my fertile imagination. I would. It's junk out of place we look for.I always carry a few stake flags so I can mark locations. Later I'll get the principal investigator (the guy with the Ph.D.) to come look at what I've found and either tell me I'm a dumb shit or I done good.He has a tendency to say "Good" rather than "dumb shit" ever since the time I found a perfect obsidian Pelican Lake projectile point in his boot track. Another time, on the same dig, he said, "Hairy, we haven't found anything interesting in a while. Go find. To be sure, I followed them down an aisle and I heard them talking about a gym opening soon. Then I knew who it was and, in the next aisle, I said, “Terrance?”They froze and one said, “Yeah?”“It’s me… Lindsay,” I said and lowered my mask.“No way! Well, hi Lindsay.”His friend who’d said ‘damn’ earlier, asked, “You know her?” “Oh yeah,” he said.“I’d hug you,“ I said, “but I don't wanna get thrown out of here.” I saw other shoppers staring at us and Terrance finally introduced me to his friend,. My cock twitched in her hand, her mouth moved into a smile, then opened slightly, her tongue just peeking through, tentative. I kissed her in return, letting her tongue reach between my lips. When her two hands now came up to cradle my head, I felt Bev take over down below, her more experienced hands and lips returning to my cock. Christie held me and opened her outh to me. Bev engulfed me and caused me to moan into her daughter's mouth. Christie paused when I gasped, then looked back, down as.