She turned a corner and saw the source of her problems sitting in the parlor. He’d worn the same clothes as before ... a work shirt and jeans, with ...boots. He had looked ridiculous, sitting at the formal dining table dressed in those clothes, but at the same time, he looked at home in them, like they belonged on him. They wouldn’t do for the reunion, of course. She’d have to dress him up a bit for that. She felt a sinking sensation as she realized that would mean she’d have to go shopping with. "What do ya mean? I didn't do anything to him."It was true; it was Shawn who did it to her, and she smiled at the memory the thought evoked."Well he was fine when he and Cricket left my crib last night, but he's actin' all fucked up now! What'd you do ta him?" I didn't do anything ta him!" shouted Sheryl defensively. "Why don't ya ask Cricket if yer so sure somethin' happened ta him?" Cause Cricket ain't my sister! You are!"Daryl's voice sounded so angry it almost scared her, and softening her. It seems that Troy and Don had figured since they had been with me before that is would be appropriate to let Mack and Don go first.Mack took me into his arms and started kissing me. I started to rub his cock on the outside of his pants. He was fairly big and hard as a rock. Meanwhile Don started to slide his hands up inside my skirt. When he found my freshly shaved pantiless pussy, he immediately started to rub my slit. I took my other hand and started to rub his cock on the outside of his. THAT smell greeted me once again. My heart was beating crazy fast and we made eye contact. I smiled and said hi, she returned a greeting and switched her attention at the shelf or words. My eyes made a quick sweep of the racks to find works of literature uniformly stacked, comprehensively collected in a quaint room. I made my way beside her looking over her shoulder, taking a whiff of that hair again while reaching for one of my favorite books 'Moby Dick'. I thought it was pretty funny to read.