From the agenda, it hadn't looked like it was going to be much of a council meeting, and he thought he'd been generous to leave fourteen inches for it... The hole left for the council story didn't lead the page, either, but he could slide the county commission story he'd planned on leading with down, and cut down on the size of the headline, and that would gain a few inches. Not enough.There was a three column picture at the upper left, of the firemen out fighting a grass fire. There'd been. Was that what girls had to put up with all the time? At least as a guy, I got hard, got laid, or got over it, and that was that. As a girl, the whole wet panty thing could get to be a real drag. I was going to have to put one of those shield thingy's in my underpants to keep from having wet jeans.Fran either sensed, or smelled my predicament, because she put her hands on my face and kissed me for a long, long time, ending up with one hand in my panties, and the other under my bra. It took me. “More.”I slap her again. She thrusts her ass at me. I have to taste her. I grab her butt and place my face directly into her pussy. I lick like I am a mad person, lapping my tongue up and down, occasionally flicking her clit. Bell responds by opening her legs up and groans. “Oh, god, do not stop. I am going to cum, baby.”I slap her ass while I am licking. My tongue circles her tight asshole. She begins to roar. “Oh, Priya, fuckkkkk, fuuuckkkkk, I’m coming…..!”I grab her belly and steady her.. .." Chris' mom was back. "You have to leave. Just go. Here's her purse and some money; it's all I got." What? Where? Mom, what about..." Chris stared at the money his mom had pushed into his hand."You just go away. I don't know where. Anywhere, but not around here." Wendy was wide eyed and scared now, like she'd suddenly changed into somebody else. It was scary, but more for Chris than me or Mark, I think. She was hugging him tightly. "Call me when you get someplace. I'll tell you when you can.