There are folks that can shine lasers on our windows from sixteen miles away and hear every word we say. There are satellites that can estimate the si...e of your cock through your pants."Tom felt a little uneasy about the problems his message may have caused. He hoped that the others would agree with his assessment of the situation. At the same time, he really wished someone would have an alternate explanation for what was happening. His belief might be based on hearsay and circumstantial. 'Sinister' was the word he sometimes used. Said the boy had a sinister hand. Old Lem he'd to go out and be saved 'most every time one of them revivals came through here. Then he'd go right back to the drinkin' and cussin'." Mother's dead right about that. Lemuel liked them meetings and all that hellfire talk, but his wife now, she favored dances and assemblies and quilting bees and cider parties and such like. Don't know why she married him. Don't think she ever had two happy days to rub. Noelle could see the juices running out of my pussy down my thighs, and sliding her fingers up the insides of my spread thighs she collected some of my wetness on her fingers. Bending down she licked and lapped up the shot of tequila from my warm body. Her tongue and lips and teeth traced every drop across every plane and hollow and curve of my tummy and hips as I squirmed and moaned under her ministrations. My pussy was clenching and clamping down on nothing but my own juices, begging for. Then I jumped a little. “No, a pool party!”“Okay. Nice. Nice. You look…ready for it… Good idea. It’s so hot.”“Soooo hot.”“So fucking hot.”“In here’s nice and cool.”“Not too cold, though, is it?” We were stopped at red light. He turned to look at me.“Um, no…”He was staring at my chest. What a bold motherfucker. I looked out the window. He was still staring. Green light, where the fuck are you? I uncrossed my legs before realizing I was doing it. I looked at him. He was grinning. I laughed at him.