Marco did not respond, his eyes still adjusting as they observed and retraced the features of the son he thought he lost.“Father”, Zax spoke in a ...soft tone, not rushing to hug him or supplying a hast clarification. “It’s me, I did not die “. His voice was not loud but neither quiet, so his mother and sister could hear him, too.“Zax... ?” Laylen’s startlingly got up and cautiously advanced to the door.“Zax...” Liz was the slowest to comprehend and even when the name sounded familiar she had yet. Not all the hemp they were growing was being used to weave their bell chimes either. By seven that evening, just from sitting outside with them in a tight little circle while we talked, I was having the contact high of my life from all the smoke that kept floating around me.They were anxious to sell off the "Spirit Singers" they had already made, and then give the whole manufacturing idea up. They were fine with the idea of now admitting that it was simply an unsustainable idea for extending. " I say, quickly."Yeah, you're right."We both sigh simultaneously.She looks at me and suddenly I'm up on the counter, spreading out my legs and motioning for her to come closer to me. The blonde licks her lips a little and walks to where I'm sitting."What is it, Carls?"I whisper: "Eat me." I'm not a cannibal, Carly. Despite what you may think-" No, I mean, eat me." Ohhhhh... really?"My legs spread out even more and I watch her head bend down slightly, then her tongue touches my moistened lips. "Take off your pants and shoes," Denise said, ignoring the boy's comment. Sitting, she took off her T-shirt and jeans, which were all she was wearing.The boy breathed like a bellows, his hands shaky as he undressed. He wore neither socks nor underwear, so he stripped completely almost before Denise had. His cock, seven inches long and straight as an arrow, throbbed against his shiny brown belly, pointing straight up.Denise grabbed his prick, the excitement racing through her. "Cute," she.