I hear it gets hot here during the day, so maybe that beer will be worth the effort,” I chuckled. “Can I use your phone to call my Dad? I’ll ask...him about a shop vacuum.”He pointed to his phone with a nod. I looked at the phone list on the wall and saw Dad’s local at the top of the page and punched in his number.“Hi, Dad. Sorry to bother you, but I need a shop vacuum to clean up these bags before I start restocking them. Can you order one for us here in shipping?” I asked with grin and a wink. I licked and sucked her pussy with gusto and after a few minutes she grabbed my rock hard cock saying, See I told you it wouldn't take long. Now I want you to stick this big cock in Miss Jackson's pussy and fuck it good!She guided my cock into her dripping pussy and grabbed my ass, saying, Fuck me good and hard young man! Well I did just as I was told and after a few minutes I felt my cock swelling up about ready to cum again. Miss Jackson felt it too telling me, Go ahead and cum but you'd. My dad woke me up Tuesday morning, 8:30am, with news that was at first incomprehensible. ‘Ken, come downstairs. Two planes have hit the World Trade Center.’ I was so bleary with sleep (I’d only gotten about 5 hours of it by that point) that I misunderstood him. I thought he was referring to the Dallas World Trade Center, a building clearly visible from the windows of my house. I expected to glance outside and see pillars of black smoke. So I was doubly confused when my dad lead me to the living. She knew how to work steps.She thought about turning around and going home, but she knew as well as he did that it wasn't a real option. It would mean having to tell her dad what happened, and there was no way she wanted to do that. Standing in the rain wasn't accomplishing anything, though, it was just making her wet. And not even the fun kind of wet.She took a deep breath to steel her nerves, and reminded herself that the pervy old man wasn't in charge. She didn't have to let him control her..