Priscilla's cell phone rang and he could hear a loud voice talking to Priscilla. Priscilla's face got white and she went to the bench and sat down."Wh...t's wrong Priscilla?"Remember Mrs. Simmons? Mr. Simmons just killed himself. The IRS auctioned off their home today and they've been told to vacate the house within ten days. Mr. Simmons ate dinner, kissed his wife and went upstairs and shot himself in the head."Bob sat down on the bench next to her and felt as though he had failed in life. He. She was also completely naked.Richard stared for a moment, questioning his earlier decision, and then let out a pleased murmur as he closed the door to his room."Bed's comfy," Emily said nonchalantly."I see you've made yourself at home."She wiggled her bottom at him."Here's your espresso."Emily flipped over and sat up, pulling her knees up to her chest. Richard kept his eyes fast on hers as he handed her the cup."Miss me?" she asked, eyes sparkling."Like crazy."She let her legs open. “Oh, stop, you two will get us tossed out of here,” she replied, her tone a little softer.I continued to run the back of my fingers over her right tit, and she didn’t slap my hand away.“You know, Cheryl, you could go to the ladies room and take off your bra, be much hotter playing with your tit then,” I smiled, and watched as Jerry kept his arm movements going.“Oh, stop, the bar tender might see you,” she complained softly.“I hope he does, would be nice to get some attention around here,” Jerry. This time however, it stopped, just a few inches from striking. I kept the image of the ball in my head as I moved my head to look up. I slowly opened my eyes and there was ball, just floating. I continued for as long as possible, but as soon as I blinked, the ball dropped downwards. Luckily, I kept my concentration on stopping the ball from moving, so it remained in the air as I moved from underneath it. I took hold of the ball in my hand, but it did not move, I could only describe it as if it.