She listened out for anything from next door, she eased her fingers in deeper and daydreamed about Dave fucking Kate as she was getting her pussy eate...n by her friend. She often masturbated to this imaginary scene and maybe this could actually happen. Fuck, what was she thinking, she could make it happen any time she liked with two willing sluts like those two next door.She stepped out of her jeans and squatted down on the floor so that she could get more fingers inside her big moist cunt. Three. She always told me just to take all the things I liked about Gus and find those same qualities in a boy my age.My mom didn't really get along with Maybelle. Maybelle was too good to socialize with most of the women in the neighborhood. When my mom passed, Gus sent us flowers and helped my dad make the arrangements.I wish I could say that my dad had fallen apart as a reaction to my mom's passing, but the truth was that he'd pretty much fallen apart long before then. For the last few years before. (we talked for 15 minutes online deciding what color, blue, green, etc... she decided yellow was the right color. Don't ask me.) Maybe this wasn't really needed, but we thought it was a fun game none the less that showed some sort of signal only her and I would understand. This only heightened the situation. We arrived at their house on Friday in the late morning with plans on staying until Sunday morning. We were greeted at the front door by my brother-in-law with the usual hugs and hellos. We. The truths that I had built myself upon came tumbling down. And I stood there in the debris of my scattered existence, utterly lost. Then he came from the wreckage, at first his presence was vague, and transparent among all I had lost. Yet, with time I realized he was the light that shone, guiding back to normalcy. I dare not speak his name, for names are power, and I can not proclaim dominance over this man. So for the time being we will refer to him as James. James was a freelance writer,.