” She hoped in the low-lit bar that her full-body flush wasn’t obvious. “God, Jared, you’re a piece of work …” Son-of-a-bitch was the phra...se which came closer. “Okay then, Kerouac, lay it on me. Tell me about life on the road.” Her invitation ushered in a host of anecdotes—ones she actively pursued, drawing out the detail and finding herself laughing steadily more at what he had to tell her. Like his failed first band and how a biker gang in Georgia had bottled them off the stage, so that they. I gently pushed her back on the couch, running my hand up her bare leg and into her skirt, her silky panties were moist to my touch, I could wait no longer to taste her sweet juices. I dove down between her legs and pulled her panties aside, her pussy was amazing, the lips puffy and fresh and sweet I ate her to 4 orgasms before she begged me to stop so she could catch her breath. We cuddled on the couch while she regained her composure, I ran my fingers through her hair, planting soft kisses. It could be his mother’s family Bible. They may not have been able to afford a whole Bible. If it shows names of his grandparents with dates that correspond, that could be what’s missing.”“So where is it?” Frank asked.“That’s a problem,” Keith sighed. “We have to find it.”“Well, there you are, back to what the Guild has been hunting for 500 years,” Frank said.“It’s a different age now, Granddad,” Keith said. “We have different tools.”“This thing, you mean?” Frank said, pointing to Keith’s. "Cause we could go out. I know a club." No!" Where do you shop?" Um. Online." We can go shopping together!"I pulled back. Frantically. "No way, Brittany!" I said to my pushy twenty-something daughter. "I'm not walking around in the lingerie section of some department store having you-" No!" Britt protested. "Online! I'll pick some nice things out for you to wear," her wide ass resettling its satisfied self on the ergonomic chair, our bodies completely—thankfully—parted. Brittany's nose.