Johnson. He smiled and motioned be to come to the door. As I shakily opened the door he politely told me that our garden hose was leaking so he had in...talled a replacement.I quickly thanked him and asked how much did we owe him, whereupon he smiled broadly and said “how about a glass of lemonade.” It was a warm September so by chance we had some on hand so I eagerly agreed to comply with his request, almost forgetting the way I was dressed until my nylon thighs started to swish as I attempted. That’s the same thing!” Carmen scoffed.“Wow, this is new and different,” Don seemed amused by the back and forth. “Did they already tell you what I like to do?”“Yes, you like to watch girls go pee. How come you didn’t ask me to do it for you when you were at the truck stop?”“I didn’t think you would, and I don’t just like to watch. I like to drink it,” he smiled at her. Carmen made a sound like she was going to vomit.“I don’t know how much I can charge for that, Sir. Would you mind walking with. It was a nice arse. Hair poking from the deep crease.She turned. She was NOT a natural blonde. I could see the furry mound, with its protruding lips quite clearly. She ran a hand between her legs, spreading her pussy then letting it close. She moved forward. Leaned down and briefly took the length of his cock in her mouth. Then she was up again, straddling him. Lowering her self onto his engorged cock.I could hear the squelching noises as she moved, slowly at first, up and down on his cock.My. I looked over at the house and heard her again. Over near the car. Where I didn't want to look."It's Wes. We've got to help him. Run in the house and get the quilt and a pillow off the couch."I forced my body to move. I got the items she wanted and brought them out. I went over to the car.Wes was all twisted and mangled. I could see a pool of blood underneath him, getting larger by the second. Mom was holding out her hand for the things I brought."The blood." It's Wes, Leslie. Give them to.