Her emotional involvement in the state of public education was showing and he was trying to figure out why. That was a line of thought I didn't want h...m following, so I tried to distract him."George, would you like my phone number? Maybe you could call me sometime and we could meet and hang out or something?" That distracted him plenty. He nodded rapidly and started going through his pockets for something to write on. He snatched a napkin out of a dispenser and handed it to me with a ballpoint. . I dial her number on the cell phone and wait as I listen to the rings. The answering machine picks up, her voice low and soothing, followed by the incongruous BEEEEP. "Sophia, I lost track of time, I am going to be late for dinner, don't kill me please. I am going to stop by the house and shower and I will be there as soon as I can."With a click I flip the clamshell of the phone closed and toss it into the passenger seat. Looking into the rear view mirror, I chuckle and look for any wrinkles. S: What about me?M: Well, I think I’ll teach you ladies some new moves.I pulled up the ladies, laid down on the floor, and told Seena to sit on my vertical rod facing me. She quickly started bouncing on it. I then invited Ramla to sit on my face. She was unsure at first, but she squatted above my face.But as soon as my tongue touched her clit her legs gave away her whole weight on my face. Soon I was drilling up Seena matching her bounces while slurping Ramla from clit to asshole as she moved. He was apparently wanting to establish his pecking order, a sort of nervous need for authority.The Front line by the sidewalk included cars that both started and were considered the best chances for sales. It doesn’t depict it here but there were front line car wheels parked in grass never mowed yet somehow seemed to add some sense of class to the otherwise happenstance looking operation. Funny thing was the sugar ants dwelled in that grass in the sand, the soil (we were close to the beach) and.