”“I wanna go home and you go back to those brats and that skank of a wife.”“We’re leaving,” Curtis stated matter-of-factly.“Come on, Ro!...You’re staying with me tonight,” ordered Candace.“Sorry, Puddin. Bye,” Rochelle lamented. “Tomorrow will be a better day, love,” Puddin professed.Puddin pulled out his blue ink pen and a slip of notebook paper. He wrote down his burner phone number. Email address and Chatty username along with message that read, ‘I think you played your cards right. XOXO.’ He. My nipples are so sensitive and I love to have them sucked and squeezed too. Then I was drawing my tongue all the way down her belly and to her sweet pussy lips, flicking my tongue over her clit and making her moan slightly.I started to tease her a little by running my tongue up the inside of her thighs and back to her pussy. I could tell she was getting all wet now in anticipation of what is to come. I’m breathing gently and blowing on her clit and this was driving her wild, and I heard Lisa. I had arrived two hours ago and the pain in my stomach was excruciating, so I lay in the fetal position, knees drawn up to my chin, trying desperately, to ease the discomfort.I heard the door opening and whoever it was moved behind me, but I just laid perfectly still, as turning would aggravate the pain and that was the last thing I wanted.When he spoke to ask me a few questions, his voice was soothing and fatherly, probing, but necessary, as he needed to get to the root of the problem.He. ”“My opener is in the Buick,” she said as she pulled into the drive.“I’ll open the door for you. I’ll need your keys -- I gave mine to Peter.”“In my bag.”Adam located her keys. He hopped out, opened the front door and shortly the overhead door started to roll up. Kara pulled the Mustang into the garage.She and Adam surveyed the rows of shelves holding electrical fittings, circuit breakers, switches, outlets and other supplies. “This looks like the electrical department of your local hardware.