"I can have you home by this afternoon, if you want. That is unless you'd rather stop somewhere, like we talked about."Rose, looking out the side wind...ow, responded distractedly, "No, I think I'd rather stop, you know, kind of relax. I'll tell hubby, we got a late start today and couldn't make it in one shot." Then she looked at him and smiled, "I can't believe you tried to slip Mom the tongue yesterday." Seemed like a good idea at the time. She got a big kick out of it. Not jealous are we?". I gently kissed the tip of his cock with my deep red lips while keeping eye contact. “Wow, that is so fucking hot babe” he said as gave him lip bites down the side of his cock then up the other side. His stare was piercing as he was enjoying both the show and the sensations. I tried my best to maintain eye contact, only looking away for a second to get my bearings. I pushed his cock up against him giving me access to his sensitive underside. Starting at the base of erect member, I pushed my. Like a child’s blanke– ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ These are Rachel’s most recent Tweets, as of the rough time of her and her mother’s disappearance: | — Feb.19 — 6:43 AM ——————————————————- | | ‘#HBD to me. im fucking freezing .. this is bullshit.’ | | ——————————————Retweets x 0 —- ♥︎’s x 7 ——— | | — Feb.19 — 6:54 AM ——————————————————– | | ‘nazi mother forcing me to wake up on my birthday and march. | #beautifulbearlake #gayasfuck’ | |. Suddenly I came upon one of my favorite places, The Keyboard Gallery, over off of Harding Place. I’ve known the owner, Mike Shears, who himself was now a concert pianist, a number of years. We met right after I moved back to Nashville once I’d graduated college. He was also the guy I bought my piano from, and not only are he and his wife, Terrie, good people, but we’ve become close friends over the years. So, I pulled my truck into the parking lot then got out and went in. ‘Hey, Bryan,’ Mike.