He just had to! Meantime she had Peter and Little Sorrel to worry about. Were they OK? She hoped so. She got off her ass and plopped her knees on the... floor. She needed to pray. ———— After the meeting with Florence and Warren where they agreed to turn things over to Florence Fletcher went home. He had to speak with Byron and Mary and he had to invent some kind of plausible story about Sorrel’s disappearance for the kids. It wasn’t going to be easy. Hell, Little Sorrel and Peter, Sorrel’s two. "I'm getting the truth one or the other," I responded.That's when he admitted that it had been him. He told me about what he haddone and how ashamed he was to have put on my clothes so many times when Iwas not home.As I listened to his confession, I felt more than a little pity for theboy. I promised him that I would keep his secret, and I even told him thatI would help him with it. He was not sure what that meant at the time, butthe first time our parents left us alone when they went out. He had felt her kiss him softly ‘I’ll always carry a part of you with me.’ Then slipped his necklace off of his neck. ‘Tuck…….Tucker…’ Jeremy’s voice broke through his thoughts. ‘WHAT?’ he answered ‘We might as well get out of here, it was fun while it lasted… maybe they’ll call if they’re ever back in town.’ Jeremy said slapping Tucker on the back. ‘Yeah, I guess so.’ As Tucker dressed he noticed something in the pocket of his jeans. It was a little slip of paper. On it, was written APOYWM K. " "18." "17." "12." Chris retracts his hand and pats my butt so that I stand. I go to move towards Will but then feel hands clamp around my hips. Bending me over roughly, Chris kisses my pussy from behind, licking at my dribbled juices furiously as he gives me an Aussie kiss. His fingers hammer into me for a minute as he slurps before letting me go to Will. I glance back to see him licking his lips with a wicked grin. The others are watching with envy after writing down their dice scores. Scott.