They were seen in Sou’s Family Restaurant having lunch, sitting at the President’s Table. Willy ordered ice cream cones for the three. Jenny had g...otten word of her son missing, then another call of him being at Sou’s Family Restaurant. Jenny got the family together, all but John. They marched into Sou’s, “What do you have to say for yourself young man?”“Ice Cream?” Willy said.“Do you have anything to pay for it with you?” Jenny asked.“Daddy!” Willy shared.“The First Lady, the President thought. "Get off me, you idiot!" Jessica cried, pushing me from her in disgust. "Certainly, sorry," I apologised and quickly got off her and I helped her up. She straightened out her short black skirt and pushed up her boobs that were spilling out her top practically. Making the arousal grow in my pussy. "Who are you again?" she asked. "Jennie Box," I answered with a smile and extended my right hand for her to shake. But Jessica just looked at me as if I was mad. My green eyes lingered down to her. I won't be writing this if it was the garden variety type of porn. You know, like the ones that comes with a story (a Pizza-delivery guy knocks at a door. A buxom blonde bimbo opens and invites him inside. He opens the Pizza box and she smiles when she sees he's got his cock sticking out of a hole in the centre of the Pizza), you know . . . that sort. It was corny, but I kinda liked it.But no, Brad has got me watching Interracial Porn. Why or for whatever reason, I just don't know. He won't say. He ducked into Peck’s store, leaving Dylan in the doorway to keep watch. Nothing. Nothing, and nobody. He went all the way in the back to where Peck and his family lived, calling out as he went. Completely empty. A pot of soup boiled on the stove, and he turned the burner off, thinking. What the hell. That’s what he thought, what the hell is going on here?He picked Dylan back up, and they carefully made their way down the street. He realized that he was barely hearing a voice, something that.