”Kathryn and I have pajamas that we hardly ever wear. Occasionally we use them to go just down the breakfast in them. We decide to wear them tonight... is the only right thing to do, because Sam is with us in bed. Kathryn and I quickly dress in our pajamas then join Sam in bed.Kathryn cuddles and next to me as Sam does the same on my other side. Sam looks into Kathryn's face and asks, “Mommy you sure the cops got Lester?"Kathryn gently strokes Samantha shoulder and says, “Yes Sam, Uncle George. That same smooth neck showed nosigns of the marks where she'd attempted to hang herself in the showerwith her pantyhose. And only a slight huskiness in her voice betrayed thedamage done when she drank the drain cleaner.But there were ways; there were always ways, she thought to herself asshe fingered the metal teeth of the zipper on her jeans. Later thatnight, after the lights had been out for hours, she reached down to thefloor and slipped them under the covers. *. She kissed me ‘good night’ and left before midnight.At 4 pm the next day, my cellphone pinged:Manvi: Are you at home?KK: Yes.Manvi: Can you come to the Laundry room?KK: See you in a bit.Her shift was 8-4, while I was working from home till summer. I wrapped up and signed out early to meet her. After a good night’s sleep, I was ready for some action. She was in a pencil skirt with a white shirt and a brown merino sweater.I caressed her round ass while hugging her and pinched it lightly. “Ouch!”. Over and over hepushed into me, each drive an unendurable hell, and each time, I pushedback against him, a desperate wanton.Finally he came, the saltiness of his semen igniting the tears andabrasions in my cunt. I orgasmed as well, because he wanted it, butthere was no joy, no pleasure, no release. It was a bodily function,like a sneeze or a hiccup. He pulled out of me, his hand on my back, andI knew it wasn't over.I turned around and knelt before him, taking his cock hungrily into mymouth. .