Al. No buckets. I managed to flag down a store manager of all people and asked him where I could find a mop bucket. I was NOT very politely informed t...ey do not stock mop buckets."But you have mops" We don't stock mop buckets"Just then I spotted a stack of buckets a couple of aisles over in a corner of the highest shelf."What are those?" Buckets" You might sell more if they were by the mops" They are not MOP buckets" Do you mind if I buy one to use for a mop bucket?"He said as he walked away,. By now, you need a piece of ass for relief?’ So I got up and pedaled my bicycle back up the street to the party. When I walked in, she was still there! She was sitting on the kitchen countertop, sipping a drink and talking to three guys, but she hadn’t left, and she was not getting bounced in the back room – yet. I still had a shot. So I sauntered over in her direction, and as she saw me approach, she smiled and said, ‘Welcome back. Couldn’t resist me, eh? Here, have a drink. And she proffered. "I must admit thatI am impressed." Thank you," replied Al. He seemed to be embarrassed by hercompliments. Carol wasn't sure, but he almost looked likehe was blushing."Tell me about 'The Protector?" asked Carol. She noticedthat sometimes he acted as young as he looked.Al sighed. "After I nailed my third scumbag, someone in theDA's office called me 'The Protector'. Then the death cardsbegan to show up in the chat rooms frequented by the sexoffenders." Death cards?" asked Carol."Here, let me show. Her eyes fluttered open at the touch of Jake’s lips along her thigh. He began kissing and massaging her thighs, urging her to spread her legs even wider. Courtney’s breathing increased with the knowledge of where Jake planned on kissing her next. When his tongue danced around her lips, Courtney moaned loudly. ‘Don’t fucking tease me Jake.’ Jake smirked, then slid his tongue from the base of Courtney’s pussy to the clitoris. He kissed the outer lips before running his tongue in little circles..