The better the driver's mood, the faster it traveled. According to the speedometer, the driver, Bernadette "Bebe" Boudreaux, was in a really good mood...Windows down, her long, brown hair whipped about in the damp, evening air. While usually a fanatic about her appearance, tonight she didn't mind. It felt so sexy and uninhibited. Besides, she’d soon be home, so it didn't matter.The radio, set to a New Orleans station, began playing an Otis Redding ballad. With an angry, “Damn nigger music,” she. The light from inside his car was lighting up me standing outside , and he kept looking away from the book towards me and my slightly higher hem and lacy tan stocking tops.slowly his coat started to drop off hhis lap to expose and nice hard cock .I leaned in and grabbed it and started to wank my first cock .it was years to get to this stage .. and even now today I still don't know what came over me , I am normally , shy , quiet , nervous , scared ,, but maybe it ws the full moon ...after. .. family... kindred. He reached out and found his hand touching a cold body, wet and clammy, not like skin, more like a large scale or shell of a soft crawfish. His hand followed up the thick torso, found a spindly neck, covered in loose leathery skin, and a jaw, bony, with small spiked protrusions on the underside. A toothless maul, and the appendage... first feeling like a thick muscular tongue, then an articulated, barbed proboscis. He felt his own mouth open and his swollen tongue reach. Josie was sixty-three-years-old and worked at the Department Store in town. She wore a floral sleeveless dress with bare legs. Her hair was grey and uncoloured.Sandra was sixty-two-years-old and worked at the same Department Store as Josie. She wore a plain light blue sleeveless dress and like Lesley and Josie had bare legs. She coloured her hair a light brown.Sheila was sixty-years-old and had retired and lived with her friend Ingrid. They lived as a married couple and dressed alike in.