Then I slowly milked him and sucked on his penis until I could taste no more come. Yet, even then I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, as ...t lost its turgor. At last, I released his dick and slowly got to my feet in front of him. Pressing against his naked, wet body, I raised my face to his. "Kiss me, daddy. Kiss me deeply and taste your come on your daughter's mouth and on my lips." He kissed and tasted me and then began to lean over, kissing my neck, my shoulders, and my breasts.. ‘Just waiting for my ride. I’d be home by now if that car didn’t try to run me down.’ Sheridan’s body turned toward me, and he took his hand out of his jacket. He even took his black reading glasses off. I noticed the buttons of his shirt had a slight pull to the left they didn’t have that morning, a pull I once read about in a book by Capt. Dan Mahoney, NYPD ret. It was a way to spot a concealed gun. ‘Who the hell tried to run you over?’ he asked. ‘Guys in black suits, believe it or not. They. I was the one who figured out that Fletcher was the guy on the wreck. He looked really crazy. They'll be okay. Red would never let anything happen. At least not on purpose.Alex stood in front of Rosie's central control panel with his Pocket Pal open and wired into her. "All right Rosie," he said as he punched some buttons on the small machine, "go ahead and download the coordinates of The Fletcher and I'll go load them into the buses nav." Very good, Alex." Rosie replied. "I'm sensing that Yavi. She then picked up the receiver and called the gym, and soon Bridgette answered. Darla then nervously told her that Louis had instructed her to call and sign up for an introductory session with a personal trainer. Bridgette, who obviously had either no clue about the purpose of her call, told Darla that she should be there at 8:45 p.m. since Bruno would not tolerate lateness. As for Louis, Bridgette said, he had been called away to Montreal for business, but that he left a message for her to.