Sure enough, Trey was finished by 7:00. "I'm all done. I'm going up to take my shower now" she announced. She was back down with rosy cheeks and still... slightly damp hair by 7:30."That's a very pretty nightgown, Little One" Trey commented as she entered the living room, ready to start the match. This nightgown appeared to be an older one, since it ended a few inches above instead of a few inches below her knees, and it was obviously well worn in a few areas."Thanks, Robbie. This is my favorite!. "Do they make them like this anymore?" He stood silent breathing heavily as I continued to pay homage to his member with my pouting lips and soft hands. I stroked and licked and sucked that cock. If it was possible, I would have sucked it to the bone. I began to bob my head back and forth while I held onto the back of his legs. After a few moments, he motioned for me to stand. "I'm going to cum if you keep that up." he said. "Cum for me, daddy. I would love for you to cum. That's why I'm here;. Guess they were both tired of eating. Crawling forward I placed my hands on Alex’s knees, spreading his legs apart and squeezing myself between them. I could finally see the object of my desire.His balls were hanging down between his thighs, moving up and down in time to Sara’s strokes. I could only see the very bottom of his shaft as the table was in the way, but he looked awfully big and hard from my point of view.There wasn’t a lot of room, but I squeezed forward and pushing my face tight. Detective Sergeant Walter Lambert.”I shrugged, pretty straightforward.“Sheriff?”“Yeah?”“That telegram ... I checked the sine.” Operator’s signature.“Okay.”“Says it’s from J. C. Slagg. Like I told you, I never met him, but I know he didn’t send that wire. Wasn’t his fist.” Individual key pattern, as recognizable as a face to a professional telegrapher.“Huh.”Holy Redemption, the largest church in town, sat empty. Locked and empty. And no birds sing. A scrap of mostly forgotten poetry from some.