"How will I live?" Here's a hundred dollars," Caleb said handing her five Double Eagles. "If you like, you've got enough to get to Fort Bliss; it's ju...st northeast of El Paso. See a woman named Wilma Stafford; she's my wife's sister. Wilma runs a boarding house and is always looking for someone to help her. The way you cook you could be a big help to her. Tell her about your life here and that I sent you. She'll see that you have a place to stay and give you work. Work that don't include havin. Daddy brought a couple of pizzas and some wings home. After dinner was going to be different, too. Rather than go out, we were going to stay in. When I described how uncomfortable it was in the back seat of the car, Mom had laughed. “What, you think it was better in my day? It’s always uncomfortable screwing in the back seat of a car! Why do you think they invented beds?”“Mom ... you! ... in a car!”She laughed some more. “Of course, silly, when I was even younger that you.” I shook my head in. She had to try to piece together what she could of her homeowner’s insurance, had to go through all the red tape to get state and federal disaster assistance, and, of course, she had to live day to day. That wasn’t as easy as it sounds. She had no shelter, no food, no money, no job, there was no running water, no electricity, no nothing. She had thought long and hard about moving into an apartment, perhaps moving away from the Coast. But she quickly discarded that idea. This was her home, the. He threw me onto the bed. I lay there as he removed his clothes. As he climbed onto the bed, he pushed my legs up and apart. Then he just started fingering my pussy. He kissed down my inner thighs, sending some waves of shivering down my body. He began licking my wet labia.I started moaning with sounds of deep pleasure. Then he suddenly did something I wasn’t expecting. He took his lubricated finger out of my cunt and stuck it in my tight asshole. I gasped in surprise; but it felt good.I felt.