If you want later, we can go into town. Apparently it’s a quaint little thing. The lady who owns this place loves it.’ ‘Ok. If we get bored that... sounds good. I think I’d like to get all sandy first, though.’ The wicked little smile she gave him made Aren wonder just what was up her sleeve. * * * Gin was standing in the kitchen finishing up the last of the lunch dishes. She had insisted that Aren go entertain himself while she cleaned up because she liked being domestic now and then, and doing. I logged into my new bank account that Bill Davis set up for me at BB&T. Opening accounts I saw that there were two, personal and a business onefor Sue's Sweet Shop. I opened the business one first making sure thatBill paid the staff.I saw the checks cleared for Alisha Johns, Debra Nevins, and HectorLopez. In the deposits I saw the recipes for the last day they were open,the day "Cam Died," and the last months rent for the adjoining buildingthat we rented. It was showing an available balance. I know where you live, but not your phone number. I might have had it years ago...”Her house was less than half a mile from mine, but a railway line ran between them. I would have been unlikely to drive past her house, nor she mine, because they were in quiet roads that led nowhere. I passed her one of my business cards, not the work one I’d never need again, but my private one for people who had needed to contact me when I wasn’t at work.Maureen and I stood up. She hugged me tight and kissed. As I began sucking on and licking it going up and down, the twitching came back right away. I put in every effort into trying to keep her contained, but her arms swung around and her feet bashed onto the bed several times. I leaned up onto my knees right on top of her legs without moving my head. My hands maneuvered their way up onto her stomach and held her as tightly as I could. I was not about to halt my pleasuring again, as she was my best friend, whom I'd do anything for or to. Then her.