On his second night in town, he leaned back against a stack of pillows (two of which he borrowed from the utility room) and aimed the remote at the TV...to see what was on. It turned out to be the exact same crap that was on every TV in every other town, so he turned it off. Instead, he plugged his ear buds into his computer, selected an album of soft rock from his collection, and started the new novel he'd downloaded a few days earlier, Steven King's "Mr. Mercedes".He was wishing the motel had. "Peter answered.Stu grinned at this. "Daaaamn! Day just keeps gettin' better for you,eh?" They both shared a laugh over this, which was a welcome respitefrom how miserable he had felt confronting Spencer Drucker. "Oh...beforeI forget, I need a case number from you."Peter dutifully nodded. "Sure." He then got right to work lookingthrough the physical files for the one Stu came for."So what kind of excuse are you making up to explain your, uh..." Stugestured to his bare neck. "...scent?" Well, I. ” Jessi took my face between her hands, “after I put the k**s to bed, I’m going to swallow every drop of your cum.” I kissed her neck, “babygirl, you’re going to get my cum in every hole daily for the next week at least.”Three hours later Jessi was working my cock and balls like an expert. Licking my balls and shaft, then deep throating my cock. Sucking my cock head and then licking back down again. “I love those thick, pulsing veins on your cock, Jack,” she said before deep throating me again.. “We scrounged up some breakfast downstairs, if you would care to join us,” Clarice said. I glanced at the clock and was only slightly surprised to find I had slept until nearly 9:00 a.m. “Let me use the bathroom and brush my teeth, and I will be right down. Why don’t you set things out on the patio table?” * Breakfast consisted of yogurt, toast, and orange juice the girls had found in the kitchen. We sat and talked, and I learned more about Susan, and the girls’ plans for the summer. Susan.