‘She’ll love that.’ ‘And she deserves every happiness she can get,’ Steve said, meaning in. Suddenly realizing that, indeed, he meant it. A ...ong-held burden lifting from his back. It had never been Sylvia’s fault that her father had run him out of town way back then or that she’d had to find someone to marry quickly. For Paul’s sake. For his son’s sake. ‘And there is this, too. I’m sure your father meant it for you to have.’ There wasn’t a bit of a lie in that. Steve had made it years ago—for. Vanessa suddenly arched her back and begin to squirt like a fountain, screaming 'drink my juice, drink my juice. I didn't stop, I slipped my hands under her buttocks and held her up as I sucked violently at her flooding pussy. Vanessa went limp all at once and started to shudder all over, like a man possessed I kept sucking and licking her convulsing cunt. I was going to make her beg for me to stop, this tactic seemed to fail as she laid limp in my hands and allowed me to continue attack her. Including the 2 cents deposit."One thing for sure, you didn't want to get caught with an open container so the empty would go out the window."Some Fridays, guys and girls got lucky. Some Saturday mornings they would wake up and hope they could get away without waking the 'luck giver'. ('A two at Ten, is a 10 at Two.' Someone you wouldn't be caught dead with at 10pm looks whole lot better at 2am. That is an unwritten Murphy's Law.)"All those beer bottles pitched out of car windows on Friday. I could barely hold the towel. Rodney didn't seem embarrassed at all about drying my scrawny, naked self."Your fever isn't all that broke, eh Jules?" He grinned at me.I was hugging myself and shivered. "Huh?"He toweled me efficiently. "... but did you have to do it in front of mother?" Rodney laughed then."Oh crud, you aren't going to tell anyone, are you? I haven't wet my bed since I was a toddler."He suddenly laughed harder. "You thought it was pee?" Of course, I..." I shut up.Rodney smiled.