There was a fire burning in the fireplace and a half empty bottle of his very expensive twelve-year-old bourbon on the dining room table. There were ...uddy footprints all over the floor, like a herd of deer had held a square dance in the room. He also noticed that the steel box he kept extra cash in was on the table and had money missing. He slowly made his way over to the bedroom door, which was also slightly ajar. Oddly, he saw that his bed had been moved to a different wall of the room. Sharon gently moved Amy’s knees farther apart, which as a result spread the brunette’s legs enough that her pussy could be reached by Sharon’s probing tongue. Amy moaned loudly at the sensation. All the sucking and tonguing of Jenny’s pussy had gotten her very turned on, and the feeling of Sharon’s tongue almost put her over the edge. Enis couldn’t believe how the night had progressed. It wasn’t so much of a miracle that Amy got Sharon to become involved in a night like this one, but Enis was. The cancer doctors say I have another few weeks or even months, but tonight is as good a night to die as any other, and I might as well keep up the family tradition – – – but first I have to tell you my story.’ He paused. But this time he didn’t laugh…, and he didn’t cough. Instead he went very quiet with his eyes taking on a very, very far away look. I had seen that look before – usually in combat veterans. Psychiatrists call it ‘the thousand mile stare.’ Whatever memory was flashing through. "Les pondered the invitation. His cell phone warbled an incoming call. The display showed a local number he didn't recognize. He pressed a key to answer the call."Hello ... Hi, Donna..." He looked up at Jon."Well, well," Jon remarked.He spoke into the phone. "Yes ... okay. Do you want me to come over there?" He listened. "I can be there in fifteen minutes." He closed up his phone."Well?" Jon asked."She said she needed to talk to me. We're meeting at the Tech Union." Did she say what about?" No.