“You want to’ fuck this morning already?” She ignored me and kept licking it as it kept getting harder. I slid my hand down and over her pussy. ...t felt damp. Roland must have been fucking her already. I got up and walked down to Verna’s bedroom as she followed as I dropped my shorts and briefs leaving me totally nude. I took the jell from the bureau and lay it on the bed just in case I needed it. I lay a large each towel on the foot of the bed and covering middle if the long stool still in. Bear was in his souped-up Chrysler, he had my back. I hadn’t asked him to, but it didn’t surprise me.I did have Birdy Cummings, my grandmotherly freelancer, tracking Darrel Clemson. She was parked near his blue Mustang and would call me when he left. And would let me know if he changed his mind and didn’t head for the Marriott. Unlikely, with pussy on offer.I wasn’t the slightest bit worried that he’d spot Birdy. People in their 20s don’t really see the elderly. And she drove a tan Camry, about. Is there any way to do it without someone else seeing them? I'm sorry, I don't know much about photography." Sure. The negatives are in the envelope — you could use an automatic machine to make more copies. All the big camera stores have them. You just slide the negative into a slot and follow the instructions on the screen and it spits out a print."She brightened at this, and said "Oh, how cool."Stern thought they were getting a little off track here. "I think we need to consider concentrating. Why don't you just help me out of this bathtub then go and mince your way down to the kitchen and make sure that dinner will be ready for eight o'clock. I'm expecting company.Set another place at the table? Why on earth would I want you to do that?Oh, I'm sorry! No dear - you won't be eating with us - you'll be too busy making sure that dinner is perfect - and serving me and Monica. So after you've finished drying and powdering me, you can run along. I can dress myself.***Well! Wasn't that an.