What if... ?”“Shush—shush---shush, Marcie. They’re both snoring away. Besides we won’t do anything here. Now, are you still curious?”She l...oked at him and had to force her voice to work, “Yes.”He stroked her cheek then curved his fingers around her jaw. He tilted her head back slightly and brushed his thumb across her lower lip.Marcie closed her eyes and a moment later felt the heat of his tongue as it split her lips and she shuddered with pleasure. His tongue searched for hers, teasingly. ” “Yes, ma’am,” he replies, closes the door and dutifully stands to wait for my return. I stroll into the large warehouse, my high heels clicking on the floor. The four workers who should be here are absent, but I know where they are; goofing off in the back room, no doubt, smoking their pot and playing cards. I follow the sound of music and laughter to the door of the back room and push it open. “Oh, shit!” one of them shouts and they all turn and stand. The looks on their faces almost makes. Even the terrorist organizations were pissed off. No one seemed to be able to get a word in edgewise.It was even creeping into places no one - in their right minds - would have expected. Like for instance, Father O'Mallys' "Today's Tidings" radio broadcast, which had been a staple of radio WMAQ for over thirty years. The normal fifteen minute devotional homily veered from it's formula pattern to include a reference to the phenomenon and urged it's listeners to welcome these new additions to. Maybe it was because he was so cute and he had practically saved her job.Billy watched in amazement as Jill began to increase the speed of her hand. He saw her squeeze his cock, forcing the clear juice from the slit in the head and using it to lubricate her hand. He looked at Jill and saw that her face was a mask of concentration, her lips slightly open, breathing through her mouth. Billy was trying to hold back, to make it last but he couldn't take much of this; after all, he was only 16 years.