She spread her legs a little so that she could place my palm on her slippery bald pussy. She held my hand against her as she wiggled her hips so that ...y unmoving hand caressed her puffy lips. She closed her eyes and moaned a little as she shuddered from the pleasure of my palm cupping her tiny slit. “See how wet I am?” she whispered. “Doesn’t that give you a clue? I’ve wanted you so bad for so long. And now I know that you want me too. You might not have realized it in your head, but your dick. ”“Sheila - Bailey will be here tomorrow afternoon, and all day Friday. I told Granny, Momma, and Aunt Rita that you’d go with them over to the Glendale Farm and help them with all those silver coins and that silver dinnerware that’s over there.“Here’s the keys to the house, and to the rooms where you’ll find the silverware. Hank, Joe and Buddy are supposed to load all those guns, then go by the Lunsford Farm and get all those guns too, and bring them here to the office, until I can build a room. The Ruskies all want money and more money. Good job.”I’m sure that Fran was hungry, since I was famished. Chuck didn’t care one way or another; he was single-minded about getting back home. We landed far later than food was going to be available at home, so Fran and I went to Park Place for a steak and veggies. Our women caught up with us while we ate, and happily shared our food to the point that we ordered another two dinners and had help eating everything.Gin told us, “I may not be able to. At forty-five, Waldo felt like he was in the prime of his life. He was an accountant, by trade, an active member of his church and the rotary club, and now was going to be part of a jury in a murder trial. This fact simply added to the impression in his mind that he was a pillar of the community. Marge, his wife, had wanted him to try to get out of it, but he'd ignored her. This was something good ... something important. Crime was rampant in the streets, and he firmly believed in the old saw.