Cassie was looking at me and smiling. I was confused and asked her the reason for her pleasant smile.She came near my ear and whispered something that... blew my mind. She whispered, "I saw you looking at me when I was busy fucking myself. How was the show?" I was stunned and my mouth went dry. I had no idea how to reply and I was looking at everything the interior of the car had to offer just avoid eye contact with her. Then she same closer, her boobs pressing on my shoulder, and whispered in the. I sat down in one of the chairs, as they rolled over to face me and Barb said, “Jan wants us to be at her house at eleven tomorrow morning for a threesome. I’ve already told her how kinky we are and she’s fine with it.” Before I could respond, Jan said, “If you’re in the mood, you can eat my ass as long as you want and you can drink all of the piss you want!” I felt my cock getting hard and it was obvious because Jan pointed at my crotch to say, “You can also stick that wherever you want. ” Steve laughed and we entered the house. I went straight to the bedroom to drop off my wallet and keys, a ritual I have done for years. As I exited the kitchen area and heading through the dining room, I noticed a bra on the floor just before entering the family room. As I entered the family room Alexis was sitting on the edge of my Lazy Boy Recliner, no shirt on, Steve standing in front of her with his dick in her mouth as he fondled her breasts. She licked his shaft and sucked every inch as. The whole thing was there. And it's a long poem. It went from near the ceiling almost to the floor, neatly penned in black marker. It was an echo of her own poetry. Love, betrayal, suicide, death, vengeance, and the long lingering of the ghostly presence. On other walls, shorter bits of poetry ranging from Poe to Billy Joel. Song lyrics, classic poetry, and pieces I'd never heard of. Sometimes a verse and sometimes a whole poem—all penned in her precise handwriting. I stopped in front of one, a.