I excused myself and walked to my office and shut the door. The phone buzzed and I picked it up.“Hi, Steve,” Connie said, returning my greeting. �...�We need a favor.”“What’s that?” I asked warily.“We’re coming to Chicago for a meeting. Would we be able to use one of your guest rooms?”If that was the limit of it, there was no reason to say ‘no’ to them. I wanted to stay on at least neutral terms, if not good ones, with them, to prevent any ‘misunderstandings’ like we’d had in the past.“That favor I. So Laird continued:Well, maybe, but there is no need for haste. The boy's only thirteen.He's still a young kid who has yet to develop an appropriate reverencefor the fairer sex. I'll wager he still thinks girls are yucky becausethey're afraid of spiders and toads. But he will soon enough become anadmirer of femininity - or at least of a special girl's feminine charms.I give him a year at most. In any case, I'll have a frank talk withKirk tomorrow.After a pause, Laird sighed: "Now, I suspect. She fondled his balls as much as she could in the cramped space and sucked furiously. In a few moments he was cumming in her mouth and she gulped it all down, swallowing his load and moaning as she inhaled his hot cum. She raised up, her lips red and swollen and her hair in disarray. “Mmmmm, tastes good, Daddy,” she said. He could smell the cum on her breath as she brought her lips to his, and he could taste it as she opened her lips and let her tongue slide into his mouth. She fiddled in her. ”“I do have one major regret.”“What’s that?”“I never really had a chance to tell Jorge how truly sorry I was and how much I appreciated everything he tried to do for me.”I smiled, “He knew. We talked about it. He loved you, but he also knew he wasn’t right for you. He and Trish would have made a perfect couple.”“I still can’t believe he’s gone.”“I miss him, too,” I said.March 16, 1994, Chicago, Illinois“That’s the last of them!” Jessica said when she came into the kitchen on Wednesday.