We talked like old friends for two hours as we slowly worked our way through the time until the bar closed. We had so much in common, reading, long wa...ks, talking over our days, and family. I asked her all about Jenny and her eyes lit up as she went on for at least a half hour about her beautiful daughter. I just sat there mesmerized as I watched her face and lips as she talked, she was so damn gorgeous! I couldn’t believe my good fortune that this angel wanted to spend any time with me – my. The old boys were all stunned. Just staring at me, then down at the soaked blonde. I shook a few piss drops over her. Then I stepped up straddling over her turned face. I squatted down, just inches over her, letting my leaking dick drip onto the side of her face. "Leasa, clean me off!" I commanded.A few long seconds ticked by. Then Leasa turned her face up toward me. Looked deep into my eyes. My eyes showed no mercy. Her mouth opened, and she leaned up and took the knob of my dick into her. She didn't rat on us when we took our model airplanes up on the roof of the house, lit them with lighter fluid and threw the planes into the air to watch them crash and burn. She never stole the Playboy either even though she knew where it was hidden.But, out in public? With Speedo's sister? I would rather be caught in my underwear at the family reunion; the teenage embarrassment would have been less.Speedo played it cool though. He wiped the grease from his hands with a napkin and spoke. Maybe those doing the vetting hazily recognized in him who they’d been yesterday. Or had believed themselves to have been yesterday. Regardless he made the initial sale. Once the fresh stringer figured the paper’s lay, Abercrombie connived off the usual newsprint stations of the cross. Collecting/distributing copy, tacking on inspired additions directly slurred from last calls, faking being regaled by that big story from ’61, he left to narrowbacks or mousy chicks speeding towards social.