You don’t WANT to know. You remember that thing you promised me that you were silent as the grave on?”“Yes.”“This is potentially far more da...aging. It won’t go in my journal. And I can never tell you. I’m sorry.”She cocked her head and looked at me.“You know I’ll take that as a challenge.”“No, you won’t! You guessed there was some big hidden issue. That was obvious. But that’s it. It HAS to be it. No digging. No snooping. No asking. Not even a mention of it again. Please. For me. I hope you. "I love you, Jessica," he whispered, before kissing her."I love you too; now eat Ella's pussy so much, your tongue falls off."He immediately went back to her twat, and we both went to town on each other's wives like mad. Obviously, we didn't watch each other, but we still knew exactly what we were doing. I let my tongue go all over Jessica's snatch and even her bush too.I held her thighs as tightly as I could and fucked her the best I could. Needless to say, I was nervous and couldn't supply my. Waite said in a tone that could have been taken for approval or dismissal of my comment. Finished with the Bea Cummins discussion, he proceeded to tell us what he had in mind for Laura."This is strictly hush, hush," he began, peering in at me over his glasses for a full thirty seconds before continuing. "Randy, you are here because I would rather you hear this from me than from Laura."This was followed by a clearing of his throat and a wide grin that was uncharacteristic of Mr. Waite, making me. "I don't have any change so I guess you'll have to make a profit off it after all," he said with a grin, passing the money to Grant. "When can you show me where my boat's sunk?"Stepping off the end of the dock Grant felt around until he found the rope and then the end. Handing the end to Mr. Sherman he told, "Pull hard, it's a slip knot but it's wet. Your boat's at the end of that line!"After a couple of hard yanks Sherman slowly pulled the rest of the slack out of the rope."That rope is 50.