Andlooking at the flowery present that his grandma had given him, Joeyexpected to find another shirt inside. Or socks. Grandma Summers alwaysgave him... sweatshirts or socks, and it was expected. Sighing tohimself, Joey decided that he might as well get this over with so thathe could start playing with his real toys. With a quick yank of his hand, Joey tore the paper free from thebox it was covering, and carelessly tossed it behind him. As the lastof the paper came free, Joey gasped in. She brought it to her lips and began to lick the head.I thought I was going to blow my load right there. It had been eight months since my wife died. There hadn't been much sex since that day. Emily then started to go down on me. She was working on my cock an inch at a time. It wasn't too long before she was deep throating me. I can't remember the last time when my cock felt like this. A few minutes of this and I had Emily stand up. I didn't want to waste my cum quite yet. We stripped off our. She adjusted it a bit and then flung the water on her fingers at me. “How’s the temperature?” she asked with a grin.We both stepped into the shower; she was facing away from me and towards the bench, and I was standing directly under the water. After collecting one of those body-wash-loofa things, she added some body wash and then turned towards me. She pressed it directly to my chest and then started rubbing it around in circles, lathering it up. My hands reached out and held her hips as I. “At a warehouse near an airfield off I-20 and South Collins,” I said. “Why?”“Because if the Sheriff decides we know too much, we may end up coming there to have our memories modified.”“I thought that was illegal,” I said.“Not when it comes to the Law of Secrecy,” she said. “If they believe anyone outside of our community knows too much, then they’ll do whatever is necessary to keep your secret.”“It’s your secret too,” I said, getting angry.“Not anymore,” she said. “I’ve got to go.” And she hung.