"My name is Amanda Hirsch, and I was a farm wife just south of here. I say 'was' because my husband was killed defending me and our two children from ...those criminals. They took me prisoner and killed my two little girls."Tears rolled down each cheek, so I gathered her into a tight hug. She clung to me, sobbing for a while, then gently pushed away. "I'm not sure what I want to do now. My parents are both dead, and I have nothing and no one to keep me around here."The coffee was ready for me and. “Why don’t you lock the door, Madi, and join the party?” She winked and ran her tongue across her lips.Madi’s shock turned into arousal. It was finally her time. Locking the door, she walked over to the opposite side of the table. She bent over the table, coming face to face with Jolene. It was going to be a delicious lunchtime. As Jolene puckered her lips as an invite, Madi leaned forward and touched Jolene’s lips with hers. Cautiously she reached out her hand to touch Jolene’s left breast.. Though we didnt discuss it in so many words, we both wanted very badly to spend an entire night fucking ourselves into exhaustion. Moreover, the opportunity was there every day and the lingering fear of taking that final step was dissipating. What were we going to do? It all came to a head the third week in December. We were lying in her bed, naked, our bodies pressed hungrily together. My hands were squeezing and stroking her ass and her hands were manipulating my penis and my balls. We both. You could always tell when Diane was in a bad mood, as her pretty face was etched with anger and hatred. It wasn't so much she hated the world, but rather she hated being left alone. Her husband was in the army and stationed in Afghanistan on an overseas mission. They had been married two years and loved each other; yet it was funny how time apart affected any love.One fateful day when Diane was in the basement laundry room, she picked on the wrong person. "You little asshole! GET OUT! Get the.