Olivia asked me “Could you take me home ... my car is kaput”.“Your place or mine?” I playfully replied.She gave me a wry smile, and a laugh bu... never answered my question.It took about 10 minutes to drive to her place.I parked out front of her house, turning off the car to try to prolong the time with her. I hoped that she would be slow in exiting my car.“Would you like to come in for a coffee?” she asked.“Yessssssss!!” I shouted quietly to myself. This was much better than I had ever. The day before she might have told you that Shavone was likely dead, but now she felt duty bound to bring her sister home.Still afraid of seeming selfish I walked on eggshells to ask, "So when do you leave?" I fly out of Albany to New York City and then to Manchester via London, tonight." She said, not being able to make eye contact."So, I won't expect you to be back for 3 weeks max?" I asked, already knowing that any pleading I did would be of no use."I'm hoping we find her right away. One. “And,” she said, continuing, “since Aaron finished last – which, incidentally, was NOT where I would have laid MY betting money – he is the winner who gets to clean up all the yummy, tasty cum. With his tongue.”“What! I’m not-” I started but Emma cut me off with laughter.“Lighten up, I’m only joking. There’s cleaning supplies in the closet at the far end of the store,” she said, gesturing in that direction.“Oh, ok,” I said, calming down. I headed out back.“So,” Emma said, kneeling down on the. So my dad installed a thick privacy curtainbetween our halves of the room instead. That curtain had no door, and you had to lift it up togo from one side to the other. That was OK, though,because we could still talk and see each other if wewanted to. We slept together almost every night untilwe were sixteen. Then the only reason we went toseparate beds was because we both had learned tomasturbate, and for that we wanted a little privacy.We did everything together, which meant that whenShawna.