" said Gidget. "I'll get something ready for breakfast. We can talk then."Becca enjoyed her reprieve and her shower ran over just a little. She brushe... her teeth and combed her hair, like her mother did. It was longer, but when it dried it would just hang straight.When she got to the kitchen Gidget had put on a T shirt, but that was all. Becca had on gym shorts and a T shirt as well. Two bowls of cereal were on the table, along with bananas. Becca looked at the banana. The last time she'd. " "Suck my cock cunt." I sneered as I obliged. "It's all yours!" "Hmm, it's all mine is right!" you answered as your fingers slid inside the top eleastic band. You yanked my shorts to my ankles and pushed my knees wide. I moaned as your nails left faint reds marks up and down my thighs. "That feels great." You took my cock in both hands and played with it like a new toy. As your tongue darted over the bulbous head, your fingers worked it's length up and down. My balls seemed to fascinate you. "Mama's sound asleep," she whispered when I sat down beside her and raked back her fine hair. "She sleeps like a stone generally." That so?" I said, pulling off my boots. "And what was it you had in mind?" Rogering," she said clearly. "Boy I was going to wed ran off. I haven't been with a man for nearly a year." You sure?" I got the itch, bad," she said, and she sat up and grabbed me and kissed me. "You need a shave," she said, pulling away and touching her face."Tavern keeper, he was saying. I made it to the Boone Hall entrance in just under forty-five minutes. My math wasn’t great but I had time to work on it. After fiddling around with the math for half the way back I concluded I had managed a 6:30 pace into a slight headwind. Not my best but not bad either, especially not on a fifteen-mile run.By the time I made it back to the Intercoastal Waterway, I was ready to lose the sweatshirt. The tide was still rising and there were two boats out. The flags were still solidly offshore.