“I- nobody. I found out. I- saw it on your phone,” I lied. It was messenger and that was on his phone, so it was plausible. “Brian, are you mad ...at me?”He plopped down next to me and leaned on his knees. “Jesus, this is a nightmare. You really shouldn’t have been there, you could have really fucked things up bad, Bails.”“Well,” I said leaning against him, “It all worked out okay.” I knew how I could get him to not be mad at me. I nuzzled up to him and hugged his bony arm entangling it with my. Mrs. Johnson paid Chrissy and they both waved at each other as the Caddy rolled out of the station. Chrissy put the money in the till and then came over and flopped down in a rusty chair almost exactly like the one Bob was sitting in. As she flopped down her legs spread and the almost non-existent denim between her legs was framed in white cotton of the panties under it. Bob stared and Chrissy caught him."Uncle Bob!" she squealed. "What are you looking at?" She knew what he was looking at, but. ”“We’re going to paint a dick on his door! Oh, man, that is so appropriate! Say, what am I going to offer him as stakes?”“Tell him you have a piece of Sa’arm wreckage that we recovered after that last battle. Those guys always love war trophies.”“But Pappy, we don’t have any Sa’arm wreckage.”“Go have the replicator make you a piece of scrap metal and bang on it a few times with a hammer, then hit it with a cutting torch. Make it look like shit. He won’t know the difference, especially if he. Gwendolyn kissed me hello and I followed her as she checked in on the girls. Then I followed her into her bedroom. She undressed and stood there as I sucked on a nipple and fingered her pussy. She wasn’t kidding she really was wet down there. She let me feel her up for as long as I wanted too. That was over a half-hour. Finally, she asked me if I was ready to fuck her. She said that she hadn’t thought of anything else all day.I undressed and climbed up on the bed between her legs. She was.