He didn’t expect to finish the editing for a month or more.The Florida group arrived back at my house about nine o’clock on Saturday night. We’d...eaten at Tampa International after landing. I invited everyone to stay and arrange themselves in whatever combination was comfortable in the bedrooms. Barry ended up with Haley, Yuan, and Chloe. I had Beth and Jasmine in my bed.My sons and their wives had flown from L.A. to Chicago, and then gotten flights to Syracuse – their home airport. I had a text. Parking the Jeep on the left-hand side of the road, I sat there for a couple of minutes. I left the motor running while I got out. Marching into the communist shop, straight to the counter.“Hi, Takis.” It was one of my father’s childhood friends.At first, he didn’t recognise me. Looking closer, a few seconds later he smiled at me. “Good to see you, Michael.”“Excuse me is that your car.” The voice came from behind me. I recognised the voice at once.Turning around, in front of me was the officer. One evening Nisha’s mom called me to her home for music. I thought Nisha must be there so maybe she told her mom to call me.But when I reached there what I see is nobody is at home except for her mom.She was wearing a black t-shirt and black leggings underneath. She looked extremely hot in that outfit. As always I praised her a lot. And this time I praised her body. How she maintained this after so many years.For which I saw blushing on her face. Then I told her to start a piece of music. The. A definite priority.I was looking at the key in his hand, and the blue bottle in mine. My mind drifted. Came back. I felt tired all of a sudden. My erection seemed to be draining everything out of me. My erection felt different than it usually did. It felt wooden. Deadened. But holy crap, was my cock ever full. I stuck the bottle in my nose, pressed the pump top and inhaled. A strong smell of chemical and illicitness flooded my senses.“Keep it in,” Stevie advised. “Suck it back, nice and deep,.