I rubbed my fingers against the wet spot and pushed it into her pussy, making it even bigger. Her pussy was oozing cum out. I now sat on the toilet se...at, turning her around, so her ass faced me. I eased her panties down. Now we were both naked. She eased backward, her ass in my face. I put my fingernails on her back, dragging them all the way down to the crack of her ass. I let one finger trail through her ass, grazing her asshole and ending at her pussy. I could feel wetness drip on my finger.. “True, but not your one and only, was I? And tell me, if Antonio hadn’t died, you would still be seeing him wouldn’t you?”She couldn’t answer; she couldn’t even meet my eyes.“And that picture! That’s a picture an artist paints of his lover, painted in our bedroom, you still with that ‘just fucked’ look on your face!”She fought through her tears, “What can I do, I love you, how can I make this up to you?”“Can you unfuck Antonio? Can you give me back my relationship with my sons?” I asked.“Can. He was also mildly schizophrenic. Because of his record, the police picked him up as one of their first suspects. I think they were pretty rough on him and he confessed almost immediately. The next day, at his arraignment, the public defender was successful in getting the confession quashed and the judge ordered him released on his own recognizance. I had hardly been at home at all during the four days since it happened, searching the streets and finally being interviewed by the police. I had. He shows us to a guest room and Kirby crashes on the queen-sized bed. My brother passes out instantaneously. Xavier says, “Hey. Is there any more vodka downstairs?”I answer, “Yep!”“Can you handle another round?”“Hell yeah!”“I bet you can’t,” Kara’s sibling chides me.“Let’s go see,” I reply knowing I’m able to take more.We get to the deck and Xavier grabs the bottle of liquor. We go back inside to the den. He grabs two more glasses and some cranberry juice. He pours drinks for us both, we click.