I’m Hannah.” Her face went blank and then her lips made an “O”. She looked at me with raised eyebrows and said, “Please don’t tell me I ju...t screwed up.” She looked at Phoebe’s face again.Phoebe got it before I did and she astonished me by laughing! It wasn’t that she’d never laughed. She did that more and more often these days. But I’d never seen her let loose with a guffaw. She looked away from Hannah at me, with my confused face.“She’s afraid I’m somebody besides Phoebe. She thinks she might. "Good girl keep going." her hands played with my shaft and her lips kissed the head of my dick. "You're good keep going, lick it like a popsicle." She swore at me and licked it like I asked as I continued to smoke and leaned my head back on the sofa. She moved her head faster up and down and I could feel close to spurting so I said, "I'm gonna cum bitch." So she lifted her head and jacked my cock until I spurted over my belly and her hands. I reached over and grabbed a towel out of the laundry. My mother was young. That was Leshada's judgment. Leshada's mother's face was misty in my split memories; I think she was dead long before I learned my first incantation. This woman had smooth skin, erect carriage and even teeth. I blinked. This was how all women looked at thirty-? Forty? I could not remember how old my mother was. Could I recall at least her birthday?"Martin! Stop staring at me and help carry in the groceries!" Sorry, Mom."I carried the bags in, peeking to see the kind of food. ”“Then how do you know about it?” Aunt Peggy asked.“I never said that Jim had anything to do with it. I merely commented on the interesting news story this morning,” Don replied with a smug grin.“You men and your secrets,” Aunt Peggy grumped.“Hey, there are five women on the team, too,” I reminded them. They’d met everyone when they fed them Monday. “One of them is Helga’s cousin Inga.”“The report didn’t say if the farm equipment was diesel, alcohol, or electric,” Don commented.“Half and half,”.