If Bobby came to town with his extended family, things could get dicey. I really didn't fear him, but there would be some nasty consequences to killin... a couple of his guys. I didn't have access to a catfish farm, since Sam's daughter sold it when she left town. The bodies could easily stack up in the alley behind my house.I was also expecting Buddy the former legionnaire and Swamp Dog operative. If they came after Buddy, it could easily turn into a war, one which I couldn't hope to control.I. “It's okay,” I told her, flicking my eyes up her body then my gaze darted over to Tonya kneeling behind the professor. My blonde friend was trembling, too, her blue eyes glossy. Her pale hands grabbed our professor's rump. “Just do what Tonya does. She'll teach you and you can practice on me.”“I'm supposed to be teaching you,” Ms. Esmeralda moaned as her head lowered closer and closer to my pussy.“You're never too old to be a student,” purred, seizing the professor's dyed-red hair. My friend's. "I kind of like it."Roger was normally not much on tattoos -- he'd seen too much crap on guys in the plant, Confederate flags, Dale Earnhardt "3"s, and other inane stuff. But this was something different. It was art, reserved, elegant, well-stated. Once again, he was impressed, but he didn't want to stare. It was with some effort that he turned his head away to a cupboard and asked, "So how about letting Dinty Moore be the cook tonight?" Fine with me," she said. "I'm hungry." It'll take a few. . And, you look so wholesome -- no tattoos or piercings. You look like the girl next door.”“The trans-girl next door? Logan -- if you’re observant and know what you’re looking for, you’d spot things that aren’t quite right.”“I guess I’m too smitten with all the things that are right to notice. Roll onto your stomach.”“Why?”“I want to look at your back.” Alex complied and Logan began caressing her shoulders and shoulder blades. “God, you’re terrific from the back, too.” He smoothed his hands.