.. Shit.Cynthia had noticed something, too, but I didn't need her comments to realize I looked a mess. Plus, I was starving. Fortunately, just down th... street was a little Greek restaurant named Cupid's Pita. It even had a drive-through.The guy working window had a great physique, a great tan, and curly black hair with just a touch of gray around the temples. He was wearing a white pleated miniskirt -- oh, excuse me, a foustanella -- held up by a gauzy sash. A badge on the sash claimed his name. I found it by bending the knuckles of my fingers upward to find a spongy surface. I began to rub my fingers in circles. My mouth lapped up her juices, my tongue flicked her clit and my fingers worked inside her pussy repeatedly like a well oiled piston engine. Her moans became louder and her hands clutched tightly on my head pressing my face deeper into her. Her juices flowed faster than I could lap it up. Breathing became a little difficult as I found it impossible to pull away from her pussy.. “Making a new friend,” I corrected her. “I spent most of my time talking about the two of you so she wanted to meet you. Emma, this is Becky or Beck for short. Well, I guess shorter, since her real name is Rebecca.” I motioned Lana to join us and she parked quickly and came to say hello.“You are both so much prettier than the photos Matt has on his phone,” she said when the introductions were over. “I can’t get over how gorgeous you both are. You look like models. Seriously. I’m from Malibu and. Don’t help none that my parents always worked against him at election time. He’s gonna find me guilty and let Boyd hang me. Don’t matter much what I say.’Barnes stood before the jury of five men and one woman. His opening statement was brief. “Lady,” he nodded toward the large florid faced woman, “and gentlemen. The state will prove that that man,” he pointed at Travis, “shot and killed one James Dawson, with malice aforethought.”The attorney put his hand inside his coat, took hold of his vest.