I threw that paper in the trash, right after you went to bed that night. Don’t worry.”“Well, I hope you still remember what you had.”“Huh?�...“Because I want you to write more of it.”She frowned at me. “Why? It was depressing, as usual.”“No, there was some hope in there. I want you to write more to it, and maybe see where it goes. Don’t let it get stuck where it started. You said you had hope, for the first time in a while. Go write the rest of the song and see what comes out.”Lara watched me, her. She said pretty much the same thing her sister had told Jimmy."I do remember that the ungrateful bitch the morning after the party, promising to sue the pants off everyone in the house when my sister ordered her to clean the upstairs bathroom, after we had thrown up what we had eaten at the party last night."Jimmy thanked her."Never mind the thanks, buddy! Show me the money!"Back in the detective agency, Jimmy was chewing on his pencil while reading the notes he had taken down in the last few. They both moaned with a mixture of delight and relief as she push her head down until he could feel the back of her throat.Every time he rose from his ecstatic reverie, he could see Hubby peering in the review mirror or stroking his cock between gear shifts."Well, if I am going to die in a car crash, there couldn't be a better time", he thought to himself."Ahh...urrgg!" he breathed in pleasure and pain as she dug her nail into his balls. His cock wasn't his any more. She had taken it. It. I see his face peek out from behind Eric and I say, “I-I’m s-sorry about everything. Y-You deserve services too.” Rich stands fully in the room and asks, “What do you have in mind?” I flip myself around with Eric’s dick still in me and I say, “The only thing I can do.” I guess Rich catches the clue and I hear rustling and then the shift in bed wait. Rich’s dick appears in my eyes sight and I open my mouth for him. I feel the fleshy pole slide on my tongue till my noes touches his boxers. I look.