" He reached under the counter and took out a small cardboard box. "This purple pill, for instance." Purple... I don't understand."The old man opened ...the box. Inside was a single pill the size of a large chocolate covered almond. It was a deep purple color, sort like an overly ripe eggplant. He carefully put the box down on the counter."You're planning to buy a bottle of sleeping pills," he said. "You intend to go home and take enough of them, so you never wake up. It's a crude plan, but it. In fact, she looks really morelike a young schoolgirl than a mommy. Freely flowing blond hair cascadesdown below her shoulders. She is wearing one of those stereotypicalcatholic school uniforms with a white blouse, Celtic-print kilt and kneehigh white socks. The blouse is just sheer enough to reveal the outlineof a pink lacy bra. My eyes focus immediately on her very full breastsand the hardened nipples that are straining prominently against thesatin cups. I feel embarrassed by my staring and. Her hand and one boob was on my chest, and one leg on my knee and head placed next to my ear facing the pillow. This was making me go mad, to enjoy the moment I simply placed my other hand on her back caressing her and feeling her bra. She was wearing a Bermudas and a t shirt of fine material. I also caressed her half naked legs which were smooth and soft, they had a little hair too, but this didn’t take away her smoothness. She liked my caressing and She kissed me on my cheek in return I also. He has made us so happy, she thought. Just thinking about it caused tears of joy to well up in her soft brown eyes. She felt grateful, happy and secure—and above all else, she felt— truly loved for the first time in her life.Wiping her moist brown eyes, —she continued to fix breakfast. A moment later, she felt Craig's warm arms encircling her."Good Morning, Sweetheart," he said.Turning toward him with a smile—her moist lips felt so warm and good against his mouth."Good morning, Honey!" she.