With excited, mismatched eyes, she informed me, “Jasmin’s sleeping over.”“It might have been nice to ask first,” I said.“I did.”“I don...��t remember having that conversation. Hi, Jasmin,” I added, smiling at her.“Hi, Mr. Hicks!” She’d reverted to my surname after a stern admonishment from her mother.Sia said, “I did ask. Mrs. Sanderson said it was okay.”With a sigh of frustration, I clarified. “I meant ask me.”Sia leaned back from the hug and studied my face. “You always say yes. Why would I ask. "Skylar, don't make her wait very long; she wants to splatter your face badly." Yes, I do, Skylar," I moaned, failing to look at her. "Then I'm going to go down on you, I swear, I will."I didn't hear her speak to that, but she did suck my pussy lips into her mouth."Oh, yes, it must be in a woman's DNA, she knows exactly how to please a woman. Yes, suck those lips as hard as you can, Skylar, and make me build up an orgasm so big that your face starts to melt." Oh, that's smoking hot, Heidi,". I shake my head as I open the door to the fridge and see an almost complete lack of vegetables. “Mushrooms and Peppers just aren’t going to cut it,” I mutter to myself. I scan the shelves feeling the cool air pour out of the machine and cause further ache in my hard nipples.A decision made, I lift out the cheap processed cheese slices, ham and butter before grabbing the loaf of bread and opening the sandwich toaster that seems to be Jamie’s favourite cooking device. I had laughed when he had. I was beginning to wonder if we would make it to the next shop without being attacked.I loosened the retaining safety strap on the holster of the pistol in the small of my back, just in case. I had not told Sally of the gun. I had never brought it into her house, but always kept it in the car, if not close to hand, at least close by. We had not discussed guns, and I didn't know how she felt about them. It was her house, after all and I wasn't about to bring it in without discussing it with her.