We love Becca. We have seen that life is short. We’re not ... indestructible. We don’t have a future promised to us, one to work for anymore. Ther...e is no tomorrow anymore. Sorry, Sheryl Crow, but tomorrow HAS died! The fall of Western Civilization is probably here now. Winter is coming, you know. We want her to live a little before we all die. Yeah, you hear us, Becca, dear. Winter is coming ... and so should you,” Janine asserted to my utter amazement.“It’s the End of The World as we know it,. Someone had stolen the only thing he loved the most fromhim about 2 years ago. And, that brutal inhumane theif is wearing herright in front of him on the screen and carrying her in such a poise. Itwas maddening experience for him. He started crying. The tears of joythat he has finally found her and of sadness that someone else has takenover her body and identity. Above all what was most maddening to him wasthat she was looking so perfect, just as she had served him - just asbeautiful she looked. You have to indulge me” Mindy answered.“No, I don’t.” I repliedShe turned to me, wrapped one arm around me, and pulled me into a deep French kiss. At the same time her free arm reached for my lap, which I assumed meant she would be fondling Bruno. Bruno was disappointed, as she found my hand, and moved it to her round, C-cup breast. I liked that. I could feel her nub through the thin dress, as I kneaded her melon. She broke the embrace for long enough to ask in a slow, pleading. This is just what she wanted. A guy who was no longer a figure of her fantasy, a boy who would respond to her touch where should could experiment and learn. She took his cock in two fingers and lifted it, unsticking it from his leg. It looked shriveled again and a long way from being ready for action.“How many sugars, Leslie?”She grabbed the sheet and threw it over his lap. “Ah, just one please!” Her heart pounded in her chest and she looked round to see if he was coming into the room.“OK,.