. intriguing.“Janie is at Band Camp ... or is it Cheerleader Camp this week? She’s not here,” Mrs. Ferguson said.The jeep is less pretentious th...n the Mazda. I took the Wagon.The Ferguson’s lived at 4th and Bridge in Dayton, sorta behind Crochan’s Hall, the Mercantile. Before it was the Mercantile, Crochan’s was a bar ... and a house of ill repute. Now it’s what passes for a general store. The little old lady who runs it also sells spinning wheels ... and she spins. I wouldn’t mind learning.And. I think we have been led on a merry goose chase and I for one am unhappy with the work of my forensic people. It is all these young things from the University that have switched from good old police work to relying on "scientific" evidence that even a rookie policeman would deduce was planted to throw us off the trail."Martha accepted the refreshed drink that Roger had poured for her doing her best to just sip it and drink it too quickly because she was beginning to feel a bit light-headed and. I've been pretty sheltered and I just want to know whatit's like."We discussed it, discussed a little about my sexuality and Bob agreed tocome upstairs. I seated bob in my favorite armchair, got him a beer andknelt down in front of him. With his help, I got his pants down, playedwith his cock and, well, took it in my mouth. I'm not sure I was goodbut, after a while, I was effective. As I took his cum in my mouth andswallowed it, I realized I enjoyed it. I liked the taste and loved thetexture. I. She opened her eyes as I gasped in pleasure, looking down then back up, licks her lips as her cock delved deeply, over and over again in Bryce’s snug depths.Sam obviously had other ideas. I feel her leave me and the tinkling of metal. I turned to look at her and sure enough, she’s slipped into her harness with my favorite soft rubber purple cock protruding from her mound. I watched as she poured a palmful of lubricant onto her cock, stroking it and grinding her hips as she watched Lilly slow.