Did I tell you she could read and write?" Do you still have it?" Beall asked as he cut a slice of hard, yellow cheese."No, the lady she worked with as...ed for it, and I give it to her right after we buried Betsy, the whole kit and caboodle. She calls herself a 'sempstress.' Fancy that. Purdom's her name. Has a little bitty shop over near that old inspection warehouse that was Gordon's. You know the place? But like Betsy, she goes out as often as her custom comes t'her. She might not be there.". “What were you thinking? Imps are shock troopers, they work in packs. Where there is one, there will be more. Keep the pressure on it, make sure it doesn’t escape. It may have already called in its packmates.”She heard the patter of feet behind her, turning to see the trio of Unggoy waiting nervously in the doorway.“Captain?” one of them asked, “what’s happening?”“Head down to the street below and drive the Imp from cover,” she replied with a commanding wave of her hand.“A-an Imp!?” one of them. Mum gave me a puzzled look, but didn't pursue it any further. Maybe you should stick to beer, I suggested, then you wouldn't get drunk so quickly, and mixing beer with wine gives you a worse hangover. You're probably right, mum conceded, but I get too full if I just drink beer, and besides, I like drinking wine. Trouble is, I said, you like it so much you knock it back like it was lemonade. Anyway, mum countered, I thought you liked me getting drunk. Oh, I do, I assured her. Well then,. "Rich, come over here, I want to suck you off. And Scott, if you can make me cum with your tongue, you can cum in my mouth too."I guess both thought that was a good deal, because we changed positions in just seconds. I was on my back on the picnic table with Scott licking my freshly fucked pussy and clit like mad and Rich had tossed the condom and was feeding me he hard cock. I was successful in edging Rich until I got what I wanted. Scott was as lost down there as any first timer would be and.