So, the next time on the bus, Marvin started the story as usual, “Sally, one of the daughters of Hoss and Petty was very resentful rus of her parent’s way of life. And so she decided to embarrass them with a very public action of hers. Neither Hoss nor Petty had a prejudice bone in their body, but the valley had attracted some people from the Old South and they had brought their racial prejudices with them. Though they were generally silent about it.” At this point in the middle of the story, he stalled on purpose and then passed the paper over to Jennie. She started at first with a choked and nervous voice, “Sally found her chance to teen cause some trouble in the preparations for the community picnic. She and Flagon, a colored man, were there early to help set things up and she began to flount herself to him….” but after a couple of lines of dialog, she was really with it, anal with Marvin’s humor and storytelling intact. The bus crowd gave them both a standing ovation, with the driver swinging his free had wildly behind him in his own form of appreciation. So after that she rescued Marvin whenever he needed it and eventually she was doing most of the gape reading and finally all of it as Marvin got even more frail. About the same time that Jennie got married and moved away, Marvin was moved to a care facility for closer monitoring. He no longer rode the bus, and since no one else felt able to continue with the story telling, the next time the bus went in for refurbishing, any sign of the ‘story bus’ disappeared. The crowds thinned out to the normal riders and the noise level returned to the previous amplitude. The only thing left to remind people of what had gone blowjob on before, besides their memories of his stories, was a prominent plaque that would be noticed upon entering the bus at the front that noted the most popular rider that the bus line had ever had. And whenever Jennie came back to town to visit her folks, she always came to see Marvin as long as he lived and brought her own children to meet her favorite story telling cowboy friend from her youth. NOTE: I think that I like number 5 the best. And it conveniently leads into the next story, too. LIFE AT THE OLD FOLKS HOME: Yeah, I know that that term is not in vogue anymore. Now to make everyone feel better, the call it a ‘limited care facility.’ Like that will make the inmates; oh, socially correct as patients; a difference to them. What makes the real difference is how a person who has no choice but to be there is treated by the staff and fellow residents. She nodded. She looked up at the sky and took in a deep breath trying to brace herself for this day she hated and it appeared that every year seemed to get harder and harder to come here. --- About 6 months earlier "Oh, yes, Matt. I paid the bill, and Perez thanked me. We got into the limo and headed back to the Watergate. I… I wanna make you happy. “Ooh, that tasted so good. Prepare the ship for departure and open up a communication link to the home world. On lab days, these three girls would work together, despite my best attempts to separate them. This young, gorgeous high teen school freshman had literally jumped his bones. And gape I quickly began to feel 'okay' with anal the idea of Freddy having his fingers in my pussy. I started to take it off and said to her wow I see where I got my body from. “But why do they seem so different…” I searched he men, noting their formal, but lax garb, the shadows under their friendly eyes, rus the slope of their shoulders. I just knew that I would get hard, and touching my cock felt good. Klaus did as he was told, slowly pulling his arm out from beneath him followed by his hand blowjob which clutched the bayonet. Paul McCormick has told me that he gets a lot of his equipment that way—weapons, vehicles, ammunition. Finally standing up, I smiled at Jack then turned and walked back to the door. “Just levelling the playing field.”