“What can I say? I was thirsty,” Jeff responded with a laugh, “and besides, I do drink something other than coffee on occasion.”“I’ll bet ... know what this is about,” Bill said, ignoring their comments as he stopped at the bar to get drinks for Kathy and himself.When he put the drinks down and sat at the table, Jeff tried to look sheepish, but didn’t pull it off. “Okay, so I miss her. Well, both of them, actually.”“And ... you’re worried, too,” Kathy added after taking a sip of her drink. Then. I say "Gimme some spit." And lay my hand under her cock so she can spit on her dick and I can rub my hand on it and get it nice and wet. She decides to spit from a distance like she did before and misses completely. Then she says "Wait." And conjours up some more spit in her mouth and this time, she just slowly pours it out of her mouth not trying to miss at all and gave me plenty of spit to work with. I lay may hand on top of her dick where the spit is and start jerking and twisting my hand. I knew because of the time of day that the calls came in. I didn’t have that caller ID thing, but I knew who it was, and I just didn’t want to be talking to them. But, then I changed my mind. I put a small framed picture I had of my Henrietta up next to her ashes on the mantle.It had been two weeks almost to the day since I’d lost her. It was a Friday morning. And this time, they didn’t call; they just showed up, the two of them: my ex-wife and my ex-daughter.They’d kind of surprised me, but I. “For the record, Marie and I are just friends Jo-Lene.”“There’s plenty of time, give her time. Oh, perhaps I should not say that” Too late, he thought. You think I may get with her too? “Anyway, in some ways I’m pleased you have found some ... let us call them camp friends with benefits.” she smiled at her little joke “It means the campers are probably safer from you.”“They were safe anyway, truly.”“Well it is good to be sure; this is a lot of responsibility. When we had to split the camps by.