I roll her off me. "Get dressed, were going to do something different." "Wear a sun dress and sandals and bring some socks." She knows to not wear a b...ra or panties. We are sitting in the driveway in my truck. She's to always sit right next to me, unless I say otherwise. I reach over with my left hand and slide under her dress and easily into her wet cunt. I finger her to the brink of cumming and stop. Put my fingers in her mouth to suck them clean. The we drive to our destination.We pull in the. I didn't do too bad even though the livery owner had card cheat for a father and a swindler for a mother. My next stop was the tavern where I looked for the man I hoped to meet and, sure enough, he was there. His name was Tom Gallaway and we have been friends since we were kids. He's a rough looking gent about two inches shorter than my 6 foot 5 but about an ax handle wider. He had shaggy, dark brown hair and a full, but trimmed, beard, in contrast to my lighter, almost blonde hair and. “Searchers for places, for A or maybe THE tree of life, rivers or waters of life, searchers after objects, the holy grail, the ark of the covenant, and even people, the centurion, allegedly supposed to have been present at the Christ’s death, even those of his disciples who were promised to see his triumphant return. Well, they, the disciples all died, but the stories tell that the centurion didn’t. the Orientals also believe in reincarnation, possibly to explain how the elders were able to. And I had no clue as to what was going on nor did Peggy give me any. It was about 5:30 when the black town car pulled into the vacant space next to Peggy’s Jag and Mr. Blue Suit got out and walked into the lobby and disappeared into the elevator. As I drove towards Piney Point and Sara’s house I thought about Mr. Blue Suit, he appeared to be in his middle to late forty’s and physically fit, with short cut black hair with grey alone his temples. I called Sara and told her I was on my way to her.