Christmas with the ?rents." Sherolled her eyes. "You know how *that* is. But then Greg and I gottogether for New Years. We've been going full tilt eve...r since. We justgot back from a weekend ski trip. It was fantastic! So how was yourChristmas? Umm... how's things with Jim? You told me something about thatthing..."Robyn smiled ruefully. "Christmas was great. We all had a blast. Then wewent to that party. It was eventful, as I'm sure you can imagine. Jim...Jim's fine. It's just... things are. .. I just... oh God!” Rory stammered, and turning, fled from the room.Jean lifted her spunk-covered body from the bed and made her way to the shower. Just before entering she stopped, dipped a finger into the white glob of cum on her belly, lifted it to her mouth and for the first time since the death of her husband tasted spunk in her mouth.“Rory, can I come in, son?” Jean called through his bedroom door as she gently tapped on it.“Yes... I guess so.” Rory's voice was not its usual confident. He glanced around hoping he might catch a glimpse of this woman out walking around, but no luck.He stopped into the store of the building and asked if the upper floors were apartments. The clerk said that yes, in fact, there were apartments. Phil then asked if they had seen anyone fitting the description he had been given. The clerk gave him a sideways glance and smirked. Yes, she had seen the girl on many occasions and asked him what business he had with her. He only said that he needed to ask. “I wasn’t worried about them! As far as I’m concerned, those tarts can all go home with bellies that will swell up. It would serve them right. But I’ve got a situation here that I’ve never run up against, and I’m going to need advice on that.”“What kind of situation?” he asked, soaping his chest and arms.“Have you ever heard of the “Last Wish Foundation”?“Can’t say as I have,” he said. “I’m going to stand up in a minute here, to wash the rest of me,” he warned.She ignored the warning.“They work.