Sam was closing the lid on his piano; the girls waving as they left. He came across to where Rick was sitting. "Time to go, Boss," he said. "You don't...want to keep Miss Ilsa waiting and the Marseilles train ain't gonna wait for either of you."Freddie reflected on the impact that "Miss Ilsa" had had on his friend. He was just disappointed that he hadn't had the chance to meet the woman that seemed to have made such a change in Rick's life."Sure Sam," Rick said getting to his feet. He turned to. Helen forbade her to see Heather but it was okay to have sex with her friend’s father. Not only that; but have sex with him knowing her family was hearing everything while they sat in the living room. In her anger, she started thinking about the way things seem to be going. Her mother was fucking Jeff Willet. Her father was fucking both Shirley and Heather but she could not sit on a bed in her underwear. She thought about the fact that Heather had sent her younger brother pictures and Jeff had. .." I told her, encouraging her. Her tongue dipped down to my butt again, then back up, down and up. I rolled my hips a bit to expose myself to her more. My nipples stood up in the slight breeze from the kitchen ceiling fan. She was topless and I could see her nipples bouncing slightly as she nibbled at my pussy. I didn't want it to stop ever."Oh!" I flinched a bit when she put a finger inside me. Her melty mouth lovingly licked my lips and darted around her finger as she thrust in and out of. The bail was made. The trial six weeks later, and it lasted a full week; and, as it turned out ended in a hung jury. Gabriel was cut loose. The D.A. wasn't thrilled, but he had bigger fish to fry, and would not be retrying the case. But, the fallout from the case would not be limited to my friend getting off, no indeed. I did make Thanksgiving Day dinner, and I came bearing gifts, sort of. **** "I see you're keeping up your end of the bargain," said Darla, smiling, "I appreciate that," as.