He didn't sell a lot of cocaine and pot. Typically it was to either old friends, or to girls that he could bang in exchange for his visits. He called ...t his 'delivery fee.'The girl that had called for this delivery a week ago fit somewhere in between. She'd once shared his bed for a summer fling, and was now an occasional drug buyer. Though she was a buyer without delivery fee, he still occasionally called her for other kinds of favors. Like... when he wanted her help to distract one of his. ..” Becky said, before finally wrapping her lips around his hard unit, sucking slowly. “Mmm, keep sucking...” “You like that shit?" Becky asked him, as she licked the underside of his unit seductively. “Yeahhhhh...” She smiled. “You want this pussy?" Becky asked, fondling it. Larry smiled at her, knowing how bad she wanted it. As she prepared to ride Larry, a ringtone sounded. It was Larry’s ringtone. “Huh, what? Oh, that was a dream?" Becky said. “Fuck."Becky looked at her phone and noticed. As I told her that I felt her foot work its way up my leg and rest right in my crotch, wiggling her toes as it found its resting place. With a wink she said if I didn't find something to do I could hang with her and Kate by the pool.I wasn't sure I wanted to hang with the girls so I told her I was going to call a few of my buddies to see what was up. By this time she had finished eating and she pulled her foot from my crotch and went up to her room. I made a few calls to find out all my buddies. But now since he had died, with a bad bout of Influenza, his mother had written to tell him she was thinking of moving back to Somerset.Her home in London was one of five still standing in the street without severe bomb damage, but a neighbour had told him, that his mother was upset that she might miss seeing him, but she felt that she could not stay away from the funeral of her father at Bath. His first idea of following her to Bath seemed to be far too tiring, all he wanted was sleep and more.