Marlene told Richard the name of the tune as they listened together. I continued playing the beautiful, but sad love song as I hummed the words to mys...lf. Marlene rubbed Richard’s hand with her soft touch as the music filtered out through the screens of the spare bedroom. I ended the song and sat for a second, thinking of what to play next. I made my decision as my left hand hit a ‘C’ octave in the base and my right played the third inversion of a ‘C’ chord. My left hand played an ‘E’ octave. "I know sweetie, but you better hurry before he gets stoned and comesback."In the end she helped me pack a bag. Then shoved a bunch of Amanda's leftbehind makeup in one of her purses and kissed my cheek. with a hug shesaid, "You always seemed so happy Priscilla. We'll work it out Ipromise."I drove around in my old Plymouth Duster. It was basic black, withsomeone else's trick tape decorations across the dash I'd only had it aweek. One day less than my driver's license.On the other side of Ann. It wasn't any fun, but it did give Joe something else to think about.The worst of the storm petered out on the second night, and was completely gone by the time Running Fox woke Joe to prepare to move. They had one kill, but there was no point in bothering with it. The carcass was so full of ingrained sand that it was inedible, so they just left it for any scavengers that could find a way to chew it. The horses were miserable, but they were able to carry the two hunters back to the wagon. I slid off his cock to catch my breath and speak. “Sorry, would you rather I-”“I didn’t say stop,” he interrupted, gently guiding himself back into my mouth.I rotated my face and pushed the tip of his cock against the inside of my cheek, rubbing it against the soft skin within. He grinned and pushed his hips forward ever so slightly, exaggerating the effect and making me look like a chipmunk with an acorn in my cheek. I tried to smile, thinking how funny I looked, but with a mouthful of his.