Josie pecked my cheek and Cindys yelled bye and sorry and started home. Where you going Josie? I asked. Home. She replied. Will you ride with us? Ple...se? I asked. Sure. She said As we were driving home we were our usual giggly selves. When we got home I helped Josie pack. While we packed I told her what happened. She kept giving me this look. But before she could say anything her mom honked. She told me bye and that she call me so we could talk about it more and hopped in her moms car and. I tried to talk but the intense feelings of her mouth on my cock had robbed me off my voice. I motioned to her what I wanted, and she complied. I just stared for about 10 seconds, then I placed my hands on her arse. I started to massage her arse cheeks and watched the way my hands made the rest of her body move. I smiled when I realized that the wetness I was looking at was because of me. Then I started to kiss her thighs, afraid to rush it. I kissed closer and closer to her hairy pussy, she. I remember reading an excellent book by Jakob Walz about the Lost Dutchman gold mine. He said that they still find headless bodies on the slopes of Superstition Mountain. They suspect that these people were getting too close to the secret.”“We could hide out on the set and see who really killed J.R.”“Nobody gives a shit any more. That show has been off the air for years.”“Oh, yeah? I saw it last night.”“That was a rerun.”“Oh.”“Come on. Try to think of a serious thing that we could discover the. The girl ordered strawberry cheesecake ice cream, “in a cone, please,” and didn’t look up from her phone until she left the store again. It was as if Ben never existed.***His grandmother was in her sofa chair as always when Ben walked in through the front door later that evening. “Ben! Ben is that you?” Came the squawk from the living room.“Yeah, I’m here Grandma,” He replied, tossing his backpack aside.“Ben, is that you?” She asked again.“Yes Grandma!” Ben yelled. He forgot that the old lady.