"Something tells me he was looking out the window," Daugherty finally said softly."Dave wouldn't be there, would he?" Emily asked."Probably not," JoAn...e said hopefully. "He stays late to get the boys to kindergarten, and then walks to work. It's not in the WTC complex, but it isn't far away." She stared at the screen for a moment, and then asked, "Emily, can I use your phone?" Here," Emily said, handing JoAnne her cell phone.Very little was done in the Spee-D-Mart for the next hour. A few. My dick was still rock hard, and I was about ready to burst again. As I was getting up I noticed my buddy and Sarah. My buddy was seating in a chair next to Whitney, and Sarah was fucking him right there. Whitney had been watching them the whole time I was eating her. So I walked over to Whitney at full mast.As I approached Whitney who was sitting in her chair, she said nothing. But I saw her mouth open, and she continued to spit onto her chest, and it ran down between her tits. I didn't. The bald man movedhis hand roughly down her body. He squeezed her ass and then moved his handsaround front. Cheryl squirmed as he brushed her sex. His hands moved higher andhigher. Cheryl held her breath for the inevitable. Her searcher purred as bothof his hands cupped and then fondled her breasts."Well, what do we have here?" he whispered."Find something?" The man who was searching her pool bag said, lookingup and then, catching on, laughed."Get off," Cheryl snapped, but that just drew more. We dropped hands, and walked on with our arms around each other’s waists for a while. When the path suddenly became too rough for Helen’s heels, we stopped and kissed. It wasn’t like the intoxicated, wanton desperate kiss of Christmas, but soft gentle and caring. As she put her arms round my neck her breasts lifted and squashed warmly against my chest, and it was all I could do to keep my hands from moving up from her waist to hold them.We walked back in silence for a while, me feeling like I.