Now the second friend, well he was a "touchie" Which I very much enjoyed. Never have I felt such smooth fingers rubbing my cunny over and over so ge...ntle, I wet over and over. He was so nice, he even rubbed my wetness under my nose, and let me lick his other finger clean. I loved it so much, I almost forgot to collect the money before he left.Now for the rest of the afternoon, it was one friend after another, and I was very pleased with the money. Then came an old beat up truck that we aint. All day long, I'd sit next to her, reading, holding her hand when she reached for me. We didn't converse much, but every now and then she'd ask me how my day went.Before she became bedridden, we'd worked out her will. Several years before we got a lawyer to set up a trust to protect our assets should anything ever happen to either or both of us. But it's a good idea to have a will, too, just in case there's something the trust didn't cover. In the will she specified what was to be done with her. What was it about Tina that made everyone fall in line so easily? She just had an air about her when she was talking that it seemed stupid to disagree."We're going to be trying on some clothes for Debbie here, " she told the girl, and then in a quieter tone, "as you can tell, she likes to show off a bit, so we'll be looking for some revealing clothes. They might not fit quite right on a woman of her... well... type, but you just do the best you can, okay?"Even Becky was stunned by the way Tina. “Mr. Davies, why is Principal Atterbury so mad?” the girl asked, confused. I had edited her so she had morals different from society’s standards.The principal threw a withering look over his shoulder at me, his face iron-hard. I shrugged my shoulders. I didn’t have an answer. The loathing in the man’s face was apparent. He believed what I did was wrong.“What cock-and-bull lies have you been feeding the poor thing, Steve?” growled the man. “Huh? What did you do to prey on her?”“Prey!” gasped.