Jenny thought about it. "I'm beginning to think that is better than being on the run. Plus, $500,000 doesn't buy what it used too." She said.Liz rolle... her eyes. "It will buy enough. Look, my big plan was to get married and have kids. I was never going to meet the right guy in that damn town and you didn't have such great options either. Now at least we have options. We can go anywhere. Maybe Mexico." Right now we better just find out where we are. We have to stop somewhere and ask for. " Really?" Mmm hmm. The other one is uploaded, but I haven't linked it yet. Gina didn't have the software to blur out your face." She started running a finger up and down his chest. "Of course, we could just go ahead and put it online."There was no doubt from her suggestive tone that she was asking for permission. "I don't know..." Wouldn't you love for everyone to know that you fucked me? Ate my pussy and stuffed that gorgeous cock deep inside me and filled me full of cum? Let them see you,. At the restaurant, we ordered a couple appetizers and again joked around as we had a few drinks. It was nice, she was very easy going and the more we drank, the little more personable she seemed to get. Any way, after a little while we ended up going back over to her place and as we went up the walk toward the door, she took my hand. It surprised me but as we got to the front door, she turned, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and said, “I had a nice time.”“Oh no,” I thought, but then I guess seeing. I think I pulled something in my brain." No k**ding," she agreed. Propping herself up on one elbow, she looked at me mischievously. "I've got an idea," she said, not-very-successfully stifling a giggle."Okay," I said, "what's your idea?"For several seconds, she said nothing, but continued to smirk at me puckishly. Suddenly, she sprang on top of me, her hands poking all over my ribs and neck and chest. "Tickle Fight!" she giggled, and she sought out all of my potentially most-ticklish spots --.