Is your Group available?"Jack Thornberry laughed. "Well, no... , my Group is not available." I was afraid you'd say that." Bill said, disappointment r...gistering in his voice. "I guess I'm too late. Well, thanks anyway--," Mr. Bishop, I don't have a Group—so it's not available—but I am." Jack, I'm sorry. What I really need is a trio." Well, I play guitar in sort of a pianistic style—so I get a pretty full sound. I've played some pretty good rooms in my time. Never had any complaints." Well, I. Surely you went to the scene of the accident." Oh, I've been to the scene," admitted Mitch. "But I need to hear your side of it." What did the other guy say?" asked the man.Mitch settled back in the chair. This guy was giving all kinds of conflicting signals. First he lied ... or appeared to lie ... and then he told Mitch where to find his car ... sort of. His comment about not knowing if he had a car looked completely genuine, from the body language and voice. Then he tried to get information. "With a groan in my ear, Meg climaxed. Her tongue darted in and out of my ear in time to the strokes that Sid was administering to her pussy, and ass. Her knees began to shake and tremble. As her climax intensified, Meg would have fallen to her knees if Sid had not been supporting her at the same time as her fingers plunged repeatedly into Meg's pussy.When Meg's climax had subsided to a memory Sid pulled her fingers out of Meg's ass and pussy, swatted her lightly on her bare butt, and said, "I. "Saw a movie" indeed, Freia thought. She bet that Heath and his girlfriend had spent the entire time making out. It was surprisingly easy to visualize Heath making out, imagining the feeling of his tongue in her mouth, his hands roaming around her body, her hands exploring his, ending up at his..."Sure you did, Heath." her father replied, snapping Freia out of her daydream. He chuckled, and decided to lay off his oldest. At least for a while. At least, he thought, Freia and Van were safe. Freia.