"Lick it up, dude," he ordered. "We're getting close to the top and you need to clean up my tool, now."I slurped up the sticky cum, licking his long s...aft like the sweetest lollipop I'd every tasted, swallowing every ounce of warm fluid I could get. I didn't want to stop but he shoved me away and yanked up his pants as the gondola door swung open, with me still on my knees between his legs, his spunk still wet in my beard. He jumped out of the gondola and grabbed his board as I stood up, exited. “Where is Stretch?”Silence.I watched as the three pairs of eyes darted back and forth. Sheila’s eyes were red, a Kleenex in her hand. Neither Bear nor Little John could face me directly.Repeating, “Where is Stretch!” my voice louder and panicked.Little John was the first to speak. “I got a call from a neighbor a couple of hours ago. I was sleeping over at Steve’s. I called Bear, who was at Sheila’s.”“So where is Stretch? I don’t see her,” alarm now flowing through my voice.Bear now spoke, his. "Ware the Jackal indeed We'mai thought, slowing to a fast walk and sucking on the cut on her hand. The Jackal was the totem of Le'verte's house, she needed no warning concerning him. "But who is the Smith I can trust and what Wolf should I surrender to?" Her mind turned those things over and over, recalling the dream as she walked, catching her breath."The Smith is trustworthy, surrender to his Wolf, open yourself to him and turn not your back upon him. Down that way lies pain and suffering for. She kept right on going. I said, "can I cum in your mouth?". She slowed down and all but stopped, not saying a word. She was cleaning the spit off of pubes. "Why did you stop?". She didn't answer. I was really getting pissed now... just like old times. My jaw is tired, I don't want to do this, what's taking so long?... Shit I was mad!"Just like old times" I said. "you are leaving me hanging again"She looked up at me with my cock in her hand. "you're right, just like old times, you are asking me.