Just a couple of miles before you get to Ohio, a little sign marks the community of Four Presidents Corners. I pulled off at Indiana 101 and checked m... tablet. There’s nothing there, really. It’s like four houses next to a pond. But Wikipedia says it’s where the townships of Jefferson, Madison, Monroe, and Jackson meet. Indiana’s own little bit of enshrined presidential history. I headed back to town and Interstate 469.I drove myself to meet Rachel and Livy at Joan’s house. Making love to two. Say within days," Doc said."I'll set it up for tomorrow if it's okay," Abby said."I'll start his file when I get back to my office," Carol said as shestarted writing in a notebook."So he's okay to stay here?" the Sheriff asked.Everyone looked at everyone else and all nodded.Another car crunched on Abby driveway."That's Carl Evans from the store," Abby noted looking out the window andrecognizing the car pulling up. Abby stepped out onto the front porchand took several shopping bags from. .." I shoved my cock in when she spoke and her words turned to slurps as I rocked my hips to pump her sweet little mouth."That's it angel, suck daddy's cock." "Daddy, it's too big..." Just suck the head, sweetie, pretend it's a tootsie roll pop." She whimpered as she sucked, I lifted her panties and felt her wet shaved pubic mound. My finger easily slid up and down her slit."Daddy, should you be touching me there?" She held my cock with one hand and looked up at me with those sea-green eyes.. Her voice is getting breathy and choppy at times, and she pauses every so often. She continues to read in a whisper. But, under the book, she notices that my finger is touching the skin of her knee, just under her dress...She stops reading. "shhh... whisper..." I say. Others are nearby, but don't notice. "oh..." She pauses. "shhhh... please keep reading..." She does. but her voice is getting breathy and unsteady. She has to pause occasionally. No one else can see... it is a large book covering.