"I'm Naomi Foster." That brilliant smile again, and I would have doneabsolutely anything short of commit murder to see it again. Well,maybe that las... too, if someone had hurt her. "Connie Martinez askedme to come see you? Is now a good time?" Well..." Who was I trying to kid here? "Sure, I don't have anythingscheduled for several hours yet, and they're kind of flexible when Ihave visitors. Come on in." Thanks." Moving with the lithe grace of a professional dancer orathlete, she almost. " She discarded what I had been using to clean myself up with and got a little glob of semen out of my sticky crotch with her fingers. I was shocked when she put it in her mouth and even more shocked when she pronounced that it tasted good!However, I was blown away when she pressed her palms to my thighs and leaned her head in to clean me up with her mouth and tongue. She was licking, kissing, and sucking the cum out of my pubic hair. For a few seconds, I was too shocked to react. Then blood. To Tommy, the solution was simplicity itself: the Frickes needed money and he had plenty of it. His only problem was figuring out how to get his money from Florida.Tommy had just decided to let the good folks down at Brantley Savings and Loan figure it out, when a Chevy El Camino honked and pulled up next to where he sat. Tommy smiled and waved when he recognized his new friend Conchita as the driver. Tommy hopped out of his truck and walked over to her driver’s side door. She rolled down her. I’m Paul O’Dell, I called this week about two live Christmas trees.”“Oh yes! But you didn’t say you were bringing a parade.” He laughed a very jolly laugh. “When we saw you coming, I figured that we better come out here. The office is a little too small for this bunch.”“We actually have seven more at home.”“Daddy calls us “The Herd”.” Margaret said very proudly.“Seven more?”“It’s a long story. Now what about the trees?”“This is my son, Jimmy. He is the arborist. I’m Ben, the owner. I’m going to.