Then it was back to the chair until we were at Mom’s car. That reminded me of the question I’d meant to ask Lana. “Lana, when I threw up ... I d...dn’t do it in the car, did I?” I asked apprehensively, dreading the thought of her having to clean that up.She shook her head slightly. “No they had you turned in the seat and had pulled you up when you did,” she assured me.I nodded and sighed with relief. “Good. I worried about whether I’d left a mess in your car.”“Nope, just your bike,” she assured. That was my cue. I got up and took my beer to the table. "Mr. Turner?" I asked softly. He looked up at me."Yes? Who are you?" he asked, his defenses coming up because I'd caught him crying."My name is Declan Shepard, and I couldn't help overhearing your conversation with the private detective. I know you don't know me, and have no reason to trust me, but I believe that I can help you with your problem," I responded with a nod. "May I sit down?"His face lit up with hope. "Please do, Mr.. The guy seems a bit disappointed. Fuck him. I feel a bit sorry for him though because he'll never know the hard cock heaven of your arse hole. "Well how about you join me in her pussy instead. It'll be a tight fit but I'm sure she won't mind that.I lie down so you can straddle me. You have to come down close next to my ear to get the angle right. I can feel you move your bum positioning your pussy hole with the head of my cock. He's behind you now. He gets a magnificent view of you sliding. I was in a state of utter confusion, but I was getting aroused as well. Soon, she was slipping out of her skirt. It fell to her feet to reveal the most delicate red pair of lace panties. I couldn't believe what she was doing. Her blouse soon fell from her shoulders to reveal a bra that was just as delicate as her panties. Against my will, I was getting very turned on, but it felt odd. Instead of the focused intensity of an erection, I felt a fire within my entire being."Carrie..." Shhhh, just.