" That can't be!" said Jackson. "Morris lives way over on Elm." Think a little harder, Bob," Ed suggested in a sarcastic tone to make his point."Oh, I...see!" Jackson replied with a sheepish grin. He quickly recovered. "That's beside the point. What do you make of this interview?" It's obvious that he's straddling the fence," Nathan answered."Any chance that he'll land on our side?" Jackson asked.Ed shook his head. "He's a member of Ethan's church and on their Board. He can't turn on them. He'd. That slut Jenny Adams goes on about everything she does, but she says that she doesn’t swallow, she just spits it out. So that’s one up on her!”Cathy then licked her fingers, and gently sucked my prick, cleaning off the remaining semen left on my prick. She took a tissue, and dried me off as best as could be.We sat back on our towels, and looked at the view of Palm Beach. The trees and bushes next to us shaded us from the sun somewhat, but after all that exertion we were pretty warm. We shared. After three bloody Mary's, we bordered our plane and were on our way to Arizona. We had a great time reminiscing and talking about our lives and family. I didn't want to bring up our few month fuck fest all those years back, but once on the plane, Aunt Dee brought up the topic. She told me those two months after she was in school she was doing a lot of coke and fucking up in class. She stated that she me a girl named Cindy who lived upstairs from her and was a sort of punk rocker chick. . “Yeah,” he says, moving his hands, spreading my thighs, his touch just as soft as his voice. He clears his throat and repeats himself. “Sure, yeah.”I’m sure he thought he’d sound more dominating.“Yeah?” I ask. “That’s all you can say?”“No,” he says.“You’re letting me down, honey badger,” I say.He shoves me back. My head hits the mirror and my lips twitch. I smile behind the paper bag.He’d probably grab my hair if he was actually looking me in the face, but Kate Middleton’s hair is too perfect,.