So he moved down my body and I felt his fingers briefly at my arsehole. He pulled the ends of Tessa’s scarf out of my hole and rammed at least two f...ingers up there instead. He rotated his hand to widen my hole, but that was the extent of any foreplay. He knelt between my spread legs and put his cockhead wet with my spit at the entrance of my arse and with a single thrust, buried his prick inside me. It felt glorious having a cock go so far up me although there was a lot of pain as he had used. I don't know that she had any other plan.We pulled into my drive. She went inside, put her things up in her room, then came to the living room."Dave, you do not look happy." Lita, I do not have good news."She watched my face carefully. I saw sadness overtaking hers. "Brother Bob says that your Tia Estella caught an infection..."The tears welled up. "She is not okay?" Her eyes flicked to mine for the answer. "She ... she is gone?" She is gone. Lita, I am so sorry..."She started to sob. What. Olive noted a monument, a column to our right inside the park.She asked, “What is that thing for?”“It’s a World War I memorial to the dead of Bronx County.”“That lady on top, the statue, her boobs are hanging out.”I said, “It’s Winged Victory, I think. When you’re allegorical you can wear anything you want.” I remembered the lost statues of Penn Station, Morning and Evening. Morning’s breasts were bared too.------------I drove around a traffic circle and arrived at a driveway that went off to. I was finished with those for a while. I was looking for a bitch who would suck my dick - anywhere, anytime - a slut that I could have coiled around my finger. No emotion. No attachment.That’s exactly what I found in a old friend of mine, by the name of Brianna. She was a high school friend of mine - same graduating class. During that time, she had a boyfriend, just as I had a girlfriend. But she always had a sexual attraction toward me - just as every other girl I’ve met. The two of us.