“Definitely time to go,” the blonde said. “I knew where my mom stashed her dough, even though she didn’t know I knew.”“And she won’t be ...ooking for you?”“Shit.”“How about we get off in the next city and go from there,” Karissa suggested.“Go how?” the redhead asked.“Hitchhike?”“That’s not safe,” the redhead pointed out.“Safety in numbers,” Karissa smirked and showed them the knife, safely back in its covering.“Wicked,” said the blonde with a grin.“Scary,” the redhead said.“That’s the point,. . if Will could just see you now. Would he enjoy watching it?.She parked and as directed, walked toward the back door where Brother Bob and Cynthia lived in the quarters there. She wondered what to expect as she lightly knocked on the door. She realized she was incredibly nervous but even more horny. To her surprise Cynthia answered the door. She was dressed in a sheer silk robe that hid nothing... her nipples and her pussy showed clearly through the material.She was beautiful, Linda thought,. ”I cup her and caress her, and then grasp her bare nipple between my thumb and finger, and start to firmly squeeze it. She moans, loudly.I open her jacket widely, exposing both of her tits completely, and start to fondle both of them openly, squeezing and stroking her breasts and nipples. I lean over and take one tit in my mouth, sucking and licking it; and then do the same to the other. “Delicious, too!” Obviously we aren’t talking about the jacket any more, although not saying anything to. I throw on his old t-shirt, it smells of him; manly and musky. There are holes where it has worn, but I love it. I pad into the kitchen and put the coffee on, he likes his strong and black.As I wait for the drip, drip, drip of the machine, my head begins to race. I feel so full of stories, they leech out of my skin and run onto the page themselves. I pick up the notes from the kitchen table and remind myself where we are, today we will write but not for an hour or so yet.He is still sleeping.