.. Do you mind if I call you Jan?" Not at all, if I may call you Anita."The girl grinned, nodded, and continued. "The story I have in mind will read l...ke this: 'Mr. and Mrs. Peter J. Stewart returned home to Deerfield after their wedding and honeymoon on Maui, Hawaii. Mr. Stewart is the founder, chairman and president of Illinois Technologies of Deerfield. The bride, the former Janice Carson of New York City, grew up in Davenport, Iowa. After graduating from Davenport High School she attended. He had not enjoyed a girl close to his age all week, just a series of mature grass widows who had worn him out with their sexual demands after he mowed their lawns. His overfilled balls ached and here was a lovely young cunt, ready to lick and to plunder, fresh meat, a long-legged juvenile gash delivered to his door, to his hands, his tongue and his thick phallus.She was just what his body craved, tight lips eager to be parted, and so cute in her short, little, low-cut blue sun dress with white. "Please, mom, let me fuck that pussy. I want to fuck that pussy so bad!" "Yeah?" She said, canting her head slightly to the side, bouncing still. "Fuck yes! I wanna fuck that fucking pussy, I wanna feel you cum all over your son's cock. Please!" My chest became tight with anticipation, my toes and fingers tingling, my mouth watering. Swiping my clothes off the loveseat, she plopped herself down, motioning for me to get up. I stood, watching her slide onto her back, her ass. . haven't seen 'im since he decided to go after that Whitestone guy. Figured he fucked up and was in jail."Bobby was silent for a moment, looking around."Anyone seen Joe?" Silence. "How about Greggy, Ed or Sam? Anyone?"He let out a curse."Brent, get on the phone with our pet pig and find out if any of those idiots got picked up," snapped Bobby. "And remind that little fucker that he's supposed to call us when one of us gets grabbed for something."Brent nodded and stood, reaching for his cell.