Jess sucked on me hungrily while gyrating her pussy around John's back in pleasure and I heard Mary make an a****l grunt like she'd been punched in th... gut and slow the van down. “You ok up there Mary?” I saidIt took a couple more grunts before she managed to say “I'm not totally sure what's going on back there but I think I'm gonna need to pull in somewhere quiet to take it all in” she saidAs Mary looked for a good spot I resumed fucking her husband in the ass, occasionally switching to her. That kind of talk can get you arrested for conspiracy to kidnap. And I’ve got a nose-bag of a deputy that is just looking to make all sorts of trouble for you. That worthless college graduate ain’t got a lick of common sense about him, but he does have a lot of book learning and has a number of connections that I don’t even want to think about. Connections that if he were to get his nose a twitchin’ could cost you a lot more than just a jail sentence. Yeah, you heard me right, lock you up and. You've got to grow up sometime.And there, right before me, was the answer I had spent the last several hours searching for, practically tearing the house apart in my desire for some sort of solution. I had to be grown-up about it, stand up and face the music.Kay had grasped my hand as I confessed my fear, holding it close to her in support. I gently disentangled myself and reached beyond her to the telephone. Pickett Cropper's number was on a scrap of paper on the end table, by the telephone. I. Praying to the sun.But there is just my memory fairnessUnfairnessIgnorance overflows the world with its very hot flameI would normally slaughter youBut that would contradictThis may sound angryBut I do not careAre you okay?I want some love. Praying to the sun.But there is just my memory fairnessUnfairnessI want some love. Praying to the sun.But there is just my memory fairnessUnfairness***BITTERSWEET(Note: This song was written by Kahami, who requested I sing her song)I look outside my bedroom.