Thinking about Christina. About Lauren. About what I did earlier. About what I planned to do the next day. About what Conor Oberst said through my cra...py Sony speakers in the bathtub last night. About just driving it off a fucking cliff. Two more days to feel better. If I stuck by that, of course. At least now I had something that could make me feel better. I thought about Lauren again. I missed her horribly. I took a deep breath. I could still smell her. I closed my eyes. I could feel her. “Mmmm, baby,” I cooed quietly with my eyes closed, focusing on the slow ebb and flow of his young cock held tightly in my wet, swollen pussy.He slowly kissed my neck, sucking on it before moving towards my collarbone.“Uh, Tiger, honey,” I whined.“My little mommy,” he replied, holding my body tighter.“Always yours, sweetie,” I lovingly affirmed him.Catching me by surprise, he pulled my body backward and my hot, sweaty torso fell backward onto the bedsheets.“OHHH,” I gasped in surprise, breaking. Joel and his wife stayed across the pool from us. That suited me.It was too good to last. Joel and Mallory came over to where the six of us were sitting. His wife, Mallory was still topless wearing a very skimpy thong. She was on display in that suit. Joel said, “Are you not causing trouble today, Steve?”“Joel, I don’t cause it but I do respond to it.”Mallory said, “I wouldn’t mind getting into trouble with you, Steve.”I planned to ignore that. Joel wasn’t happy. I don’t think Belinda was. Do you think I could pull it off?”“Son,” said Estelle, “I think, if that’s the car you want to drive, that’s the car you should drive as long as we can make sure it’s as safe as possible. Don’t you, James?”Smiling, James agreed, though wincing slightly inwardly. With it being a British car, the parts were almost bound to be more expensive than their American counterparts, at least here. Still, he had plenty in the bank and had already almost got a full job sheet for the week, even though he’d.