I parked off the road and pulled my Glock. Mentally, I told Bert to pass the word to Stan to park behind me cutting his lights at the corner. He told ...e he had. Mentally, I went on. "Laura, where are you?" I'm with Frankie at his house. What should we do?"I responded, "Stay put. Be on watch. Tell Pam and Frank to beware and watchful." Yes, dad. We want to help."I was already moving out and mentally said, "I understand but I never learned the buddy system. I will call if I need you, then come. "Crandall made a production about pushing one finger onto the keypad, leaned back, and folded his arms, scowling."I need to change my vote," said Monica."As you SHOULD!" said Crandall, not all that softly.Monica made just as much of a production of pointing her finger and pushing down three times. There was only one possible score that required three numbers ... the perfect score of 100.Jerry did exactly the same thing.The easel was turned toward the last judge, who was Larry Turnbull. Larry. I started to stammer but Sam said “its okay, I watched you when you were showering its only fair you watched me.” I went even redder.Sam then removed her towel and started to dry her hair with it. I sat open mouthed as this naked woman stood before me. “Do you like what you see?” she said. I managed to nod. She smiled and reached down for my hand and led me into the shack.Once inside she whipped my towel of and kissed me. We were the same height and it felt so erotic to have a naked woman. Ok, if that's the way she preferred it, so be it. I was happy to enjoy her in any way that was comfortable to her. If she needed to act as if we were performing a vital health service while I played with her tits and she rubbed herself off against my prick, then who was I to question my good luck?Pre-dick-tably enough, it wasn't all that long before she stiffened and clamped her legs together so tightly, I was amazed that my head didn't just pop off. I had been getting off so often lately that.