‘What took you so long?’ She asked, and rushed to me without waiting for my answer. ‘Oh, God! How I’ve missed you.’ She threw her arms arou...d my neck and hugged me tight, burying her face in my neck. Sobs wracked her body and I felt her hot tears on my shoulder. I held her tight against me and straightened up, lifting her feet off the ground. Her soft body molded itself against mine, from bosom to thighs. I crooned gently while stroking her back and cupping her generously enlarged buns. There. Them and fucking’ Beemer drivers. What an attitude. Like I’m supposed to get wet when I see them or something because of the shitbucket, mass-produced toy wheels they drive, and offer to blow them if I could just have a ride in it. Fat chance, boys, keep working the little stick, cause you won’t have this Latina. But I do know the kind of man I want does exist though, I sometimes get a glance at this HUNK in a tricked out, late 50’s Chevy Apache pickup, red flake paint with flames. He looks. My cock got hard instantly. He told me he was going to make me his, he grabbed me by the collar and aggressively pulled me into one of the cubicles, grabbing my hands and pulling them down to his belt buckle. "Undo them" he ordered. I started undoing his belt buckle whilst I almost came inside my pants. I unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his ankles, dropped down to my knees and started kissing and touching his package through his tight briefs. I slowly pulled them down and his. As a "minion" in the conspiracy, and by virtue of his cooperation in identifying John, his eight year deal was approved. He would be eligible for parole in two years.Those two events were, arguably, Claire's Christmas present that year. Chad's was getting married on Christmas Eve in a ceremony attended by only two witnesses, Danny and Cindy Richardson.Major life events for the newly formed Morgan family continued to be paralleled by events in the criminal justice system.In January, Chad and.