The shower was still going,the phone was ringing and there was a pounding at thefront door and someone screaming something? I was freezing and shiveri...g in the coldness of thebathroom. My hair was dry and stiff my neck hurt sometoo. When I moved to sit up my entire pussy and bushwere coated with something that was not glue it was toothin of a coating for that, but something else. I washungry and so thirsty that if I had to spit all theywere likely to get was a cotton ball that I wasfocusing on. " Dad commented."That still leaves us needing another person or two as backup for the trip." Are you going straight up and back?" I hadn't thought about it but we could." If we do that, I bet Marshal or Jack would ride with me. We could pick up a bit more with two trucks."I looked over at Shirley and said, "Is that okay with you, Shirl?" She nodded and went back to talking with my mother. "Dad, we could use one more. Four would be best." I know Jack will come. Marshal's wife is better though is. Fortunately her slow manipulations, though extremely pleasurable, were not enough to bring me to orgasm.I leaned further forward and pulled her to lie with her back on the bed. I then bent over to kiss her, a soft kiss, gentle as a butterfly. I traced her lips with my tongue, kissed her nose and eyelids before returning to her mouth to explore with my tongue. My hands played with her hair, my fingers acting like a comb before they succumbed to the temptations lower down. I let my fingers. The woman relaxed and began reminiscing about her neighbor. ‘Christy was a bit wild in her younger days. Hanging around with rowdy types, partying all the time. But, ever since her son came along, she settled down and tried to make a good life for him. She is a good mother to that boy, Lord knows, his father doesn’t help out. She’s been working at that bar now for five years. Sometimes I would watch her son for her.’ ‘What about her friends or people she associated with?’ Jordan interjected..