Sure. That'd be a huge loadoff."Cory followed Eli's lead and snatched two of the wobbling boxes off fromthe luggage. "Woah, these are heavier than I e...pected." Yeah," the guy handed Eli the other box and the luggage case. "Sorryabout that. Those are all my pots and pans and stuff. Thanks a bunchguys."Eli's box didn't seem nearly as heavy as Cory's. He carried it easily inhis left hand and rolled the luggage up the steps. "Pots and pans? Justbuy a set or something?" Naw man," the guy said with. He turned and looked at Josh, who was now rubbing his right hand on Carla’s left knee and sliding up her thighs. “Stop it,” Robert yelled in a rough but hushed tone, trying not to make a scene. “Shut the fuck up. This is my show. If you so much as say another word, I will forward this video to the school board,” he barked. His hand continued to caress her inner thighs, slowly working his way up. Carla jerked as she felt his thick, man fingers rubbing against her pussy, still covered by her. She glanced at her car’s clock and looked alarmed.“Oh, Larry! I’m sorry! I was supposed to have you call your daughter an hour ago,” she said. “Here’s your cell phone.”She handed me the iPhone over the seat and I quickly hit the first speed-dial button. It barely rang twice.“Daddy! Are you okay?” came the familiar voice.“Sure, sweetie,” I said, brightened by her voice. “Don’t pay the ransom, I escaped.”“You’d better still be with them,” Stacy said. “We planned this thing for days.”“You’re in on. You: “Sliding my finger under my boxers. Scooping a nice crystal clear drop. And applying it on my lips like a balm” Ooohhh! I’m flying so high now; if I just squirm a little harder I swear I’ll come right here, in the middle of all this traffic.You: “How are the tingles in your stomach?” He knows me so well.Me: “It's all sunk lower down, everything is pooled between my thighs, and no panties!” You: “Swirling my finger over the head, amazingly soft. Oooh, muscles clenching ”Me: “For real? Or.