“Jackie’s twenty-five now and she’s separated from her husband.” “She is?” he asked like a drooling k** left alone in a candy store excep...t for one thing: his candy in that store wasn’t just licorice of taffy. It was a divorced Josie and a separated Jackie, both delicious goodies to be eaten at the very same time. My God! The possibilities were endless. “Yeah!” Josie continued. And while she talked, she licked. “Uhmmmm, mmmm! Jackie’s separated because she caught Sam cheating. Not nice! . The first time he’d been here, only ten years after the Isle had been destroyed, he’d felt so much pain and agony coming from the ruins, each house screaming out to him and his inborn ability to hear and speak with dead. His footsteps had carried him here to his home, and he had fled not long after, the screams of his own mother and sisters screaming out at him of their repeated rapes and beatings at the hands of the Ryu-Sincar.Now though, the dead were silent, the faint energy binding them to. "Jackie held her fingers to his lips and said, "Now let's see about giving you that polish."Mark pulled his cock out of his pants and reclined his seat. He watched Jackie carefully maneuver past the steering wheel to settle over him. Mark could smell the distinct odor of the wax as it was slowly sprayed onto his car.Mark gave into the sensation as Jackie masterfully moved and twisted her head in a delightfully intense way. He felt her gently caressing his balls with one hand, while stroking him. Let’s go.”We climbed into my car and as soon as you sat down you giggled a bit.“Why the giggle?”“I was thinking of the last time I was in your car. Fuck that was hot. Me sucking off a stranger and a cop while you fucked the shit out of me. I still think of that when I’m rubbing my cunt.”I smile and we start off.“Where are we going?” you ask.“You’ll find out.”“What are we doing>”“You should be asking ‘What AREN’T we doing,” I answer with a laugh.We drive downtown. I occasionally reach over.