So, looking back on it, it was no wonder it happened, we just fell out of love. It took me two weeks to finally get on a flight to LAX and home. Well,...it really wasn’t my home since for the time being I didn’t have one, but it was my sister’s home. She was married with one k**; a rather young teenage girl, that from my last exposure to her, had a constant crush on anything having to do with being of the male gender and a real bratty, show off attitude at that. I wasn’t looking forward to it. A voice obviously my son's."Oh this is delicious," the black teen roared in laughter, before adding, "boy, were you supposed to be my cock sucker?" I-um...." my son babbled, as I quickly tried to stand up, mortified to be caught by my son, but was pushed helplessly back to my knees by the black teen. "You're not finished yet! Clean it up, cock sucker," as he shoved his cock back in my mouth.I was mortified, not only at being used by a black stranger, but at being caught in the act by my own. So you should take mine as well so we can help my friends," said Terrance quietly."I ... I ... I," started Kat getting flustered."No, we're all in this together, right? The four of us are kind of a team. A screwed up team I admit, but a team none the less. Right now you are our best shot, our only shot, at saving their lives and finding everyone quickly. Please just promise me you'll do everything in your power to fix this because neither one of us left can," said Terrance quietly."I promise,". . for a cop. For as much as a car can mosey ... Mr. Ott is moseying.Kurt has stopped in front of a dead tree ... he's talking to it."Kurt, that's NOT an Ent. It's a Maple." Are you sure?" asked Kurt. "It looks pretty Entish to me." C'mon, guy. Mr. Ott is still watching. Vickie! Quit kissing my wife." Aw ... rats!" This from both the wife and Vickie. Sometimes the two of them talk like twins!Mr. Ott pulls up behind us ... but we keep walking. Two more blocks ... with a police escort.It's not a.