A few hours later the sun was going down and Gary and I were downing shots at my local. The bartender was nervous. Gary was getting louder, and every ...o often he would slam his enormous softball-sized fist into the table. I assured the staff that I had Gary under control. And I did. “If she weren’t a woman...” Gary growled.This was the moment I was waiting for. “Gary,” I said. “It’s not a woman.”Gary looked at me like I had a third eye. “Not a...”“The Jeffersons next door said they went over to. Bobby replied by kissing her open mouth once more and Barbara reluctantly responded, forgetting about her appearance. She could feel that her robe had been drawn up over her naked ass. He squeezed the firmness of each of her cheeks, pulling her pubes onto his cock again, slipping his hands over her buttocks to feel the skin of her shapely firm ass. She knew that her legs were on display but still she instinctively opened them a little as the two of them held to each other. She was wet between. I did just that, thrusting my tongue into her clit passionately. I then sucked each of her soft labia and felt out her clit. Once I had my lips on it I held on to it as if my life depended on it and started to suck on it .She screamed out loud insane with joy and the stimulation. Next I shoved my index finger into her already wet anus and gently massaged her tight muscles using her own liquid as lubricant. Gently I inserted the middle finger in also and started to finger fuck it. I could feel. Vivie wasn’t going to have it, not that kind of restrictions. She loved her mother, but she knew she had to leave.That night, she stuffed her backpack with a week’s worth of undies, two changes of jeans and shirts, her flute, and a Boy Scout Handbook. She had her hatchet on her belt and her Barlow knife in a pocket. She tied a tarp and blanket on top for a bedroll, filled her canteen with water, and made three ham sandwiches. In a baggie, she stuffed her savings – thirty-four dollars and.