One, two, three, they rolled through me and kept coming, wave after wave until I gave up counting. I was lost in a torrent of love, lust, and sexual b...iss. I’d never felt anything like it. I began to approach the point where I couldn’t take any more: I was becoming limp, spent, totally sated by Tammy’s sensational expertise. As if she sensed my condition, Tammy raised her head and kissed her way back up my body: mound, tummy, breasts and throat until I felt her sweet lips on mine. Tasting. Could she do it with Scott?"Kiss it," Scott said softly.Sandra took a deep breath and then leaned forward to bring her lips to the swollen head at the tip of his trembling shaft. She was going to do it, no matter what! Her lips brushed against the hot flesh of his prick and she experienced a strong salty flavor in her mouth.She had read books on this and she knew what she was supposed to do. Slipping her tongue between her lips, she forced herself to begin licking his hot penis. Sandra was. The admission hurt. It was what I was, and I didn’t see that ever changing. ‘I’m not fit to take care of a baby.’ The woman smiled a huge smile of forgiveness I didn’t deserve. I wanted her to take it back. ‘Take her to Portland,’ the woman pleaded. Blood was leaking from her mouth, ruining the smile. ‘Promise me you’ll take her that far.’ ‘Portland,’ I nodded, I knew I was lying. I was lying to a dying woman. I was truly shit. ‘138 North Packard. Repeat it.’ The blood was making her words. I instructed him to just drop it at the Circus Tent shop. Yes I had planned that far in advance. Not something I am usually noted for, but I do have my moments.For me and my friends Sunday is not usually a work day, however they will make and exception now and then. The PVC fabricator had a real job with a real construction company, so the best time to get him was a Saturday or Sunday. He would have preferred Saturday, but since the concrete hadn’t cured he settled for Sunday. Jasper could come.