Today had been only the fourth time I’d exposed my back to the sun. It was also the first time anyone other than Scarlett had seen it. The rental company’s workers had seen it several times and there had been no gasps or cries of revulsion so I had to assume that the ointments and Scarlett’s loving care had done a great job on the hundreds of welts that had once adorned my back. Was that nightmare really only three months ago? We dressed in casual shirts and shorts then I drove us to The Pit Stop for dinner. Nick was expecting us and we weren’t surprised when he met us at the door, shaking my hand and hugging Scarlett before leading us to our reserved table. We passed several people I knew from either school or my work. I stopped to say hello to each group. Word had gotten around that I was running for the board of education and I’d been interviewed by a reporter from the Reading Eagle. It was thirty minutes that I couldn’t afford on an extremely busy day, but it was also something I had to do. We were almost at our table when I ran into Al Kutz who I knew was a member of the board at a neighboring school district and an avowed Republican. “I know you’ve always been an independent, Sean so how could you run as a Democrat?” “That’s easy, Al. They asked me. If the Republicans had asked I’d run for them, but everyone should understand that I will never stand for using our children as pawns for political gain. Being on the board of education has nothing to do with partisan politics.” We shook hands as I heard Al tell me he was going to phone the Montgomery County Republican Committee and tell them to get their heads out of their asses. I laughed and Scarlett joined me. I had known Al Kutz for years. He was a gung ho Penn State grad and an extremely successful custom home builder in northern Chester County, just on the other side of the Schuylkill River. He might have built my house, but he had told me that he was too busy to take on another project at the time. Once we were seated we scanned the menu, but we’d already decided what we wanted. We would blowjob have lots of prime beef tomorrow—filets cooked to order—so we opted for seafood. We began with French onion soup then Scarlett ordered broiled shrimp and I ordered the broiled scallops, both with baked potato. I tried to order wine, but our waitress had already turned away. I looked at Scarlett and shrugged my shoulders. After snuggling together for a few more minutes, we climbed back out of the truck and gathered up the picnic remnants and packed everything up. And powerful. I said to Clara. More moans were heard and as a result blowjob I realized how close I was to cumming. ‘I’m in.’ I text back. The business wouldn’t get much money for the stretched-out, worn-down, and beaten-up prison slut, but they’d still get something. My moans mixed with my daughter's. Damn! When Willow arrived home that Saturday after her final stage of transformation, her stomach was fluttering with angst. Kiss me then take me upstairs and fuck the shit out of me.” I opened my eyes and saw the 2 men still staring at my pussy.