Yes it is, I said.Okay, get out of my head now. It's great to see you again, Clint.Same here. I'm still in love with you, Leah, I said.Then I got out...of her head.I got out of Leah's head and jumped into Jim Evans's.I'll be go to hell, he thought. That's Vince Smith. A younger Vince Smith. The gray hair is gone, but ... I thought he was dead. It was in all the papers. Suicide, the papers said. Hoo, boy, have I got a story to tell when I get back to Houston.Dammit, he recognized me. Stonewall. Michelle’s pussy lips are swollen and throbbing, covered with her juices; her clit is engorged and peeks out from under its hood, waiting for his tongue. When he finally buries his face in her love nest, his tongue starts at the bottom of her slit, the tip spreading her lips as he slowly moves it up to her little button. Michelle puts her legs on his broad shoulders, resting them on his back as she grabs his head. When Patrick reaches her clit with his tongue, he uses his fingers to pull her. Sensing her impatience, he ducked his head low and pushed his tongue against her anus, making her head go back as she moaned loudly.“What is with your family and licking assholes?” she asked jokingly, her breathing deep. Donny looked up from her pussy, smiling.“I don’t know. That’s just the way Mom taught us.” They laughed again.“Well if you’re not in me in the next 30 seconds I’m gonna go find Shane,” she joked. Donny stood up and wiped his face, then crawled up her body until he was lined. "Yeah, it's not like you can just cover up all the craziness in his life at this point," added Shani."Maybe they'll just quietly move on once he goes off on his trip around the country this summer," Melinda offered."What cross country trip?" I asked. However she just rolled her eyes at me."Duh, the one you're going to have to go on to find more women, of course." She turned to the other women and signaled how I clearly wasn't following the conversation. "We've been discussing it. You're going.