Eat my butt baby, yeah. My tongue slathered over the bloom of her anus, then slipped inside the rim. I flicked my tongue, popping out, until I lapped ... last, wet trail up her buttcrack. Up on my haunches, I positioned my dick behind her butt. Missile-locked, fuck-loaded. Pillaging. You ready gorgeous? I asked. Umm, do it nasty, Loretta groaned. To be honest honey, Im kinda jealous, Lisa said in the phone. Hold your butt open, I said. Loretta reached back and parted her ass-a depraved, wrinkled. I can’t help myself.’ ‘…and so far I haven’t helped much.’ ‘You tried, Chloe. I appreciate that. I felt as if you were hugging me last night and I was comforted by your presence but it didn’t last.’ ‘Right. Drastic measures are needed and you need help. In the meantime…’ I would have responded. Her lips covered mine. Her arms wrapped around me and hugged me tight. My head nestled against her neck, my face buried in her blonde hair. She pulled me to the settee and pushed me down before covering. I smiled. “Hi, Agnes. You look good this evening. Would you like to walk?”“That sounds good, Eric. Thanks, and thanks for coming over.”“I enjoyed talking to you earlier. That’s why I called. I’m just glad I could help out. I guess you aren’t a big-time TV watcher either?”“No. I really don’t care for pro football and that’s what is on, too. Mike had showed up at our room. He’s rough on Melody and leers at me. I don’t like either of those things. I wanted to get out of the room. Out of the. Maps may lie but not much. There was a lot of land to cover and no one wanted to spend a year in Europe trying to do something that perhaps couldn't be done.We made our two flights the next day. Pam and I flew the Duck into Scotland and took that route. Andy and Charlie flew the Mallard as my young son, Amos, had named the second plane. Poppa Jack and Momma Shirley flew with them. The route through Scotland and northern England was a bust. We saw very few people in a few small groups. There was.