Sandy had been very specific with an email on the Friday. I should bring sandwiches of three flavours, crisps, juice, cakes, chocolate, wine, pork pie...s, plates and plastic glasses. She signed her email with several "X"s and blew me a kiss when I looked across the office at her; I had butterflies for a moment.I didn't think of it as a date, but it was a beautiful day and had chosen shorts and a T-Shirt to wear. Sandy was wearing a brightly coloured summer dress that stopped at her thigh, and. "Yeah, baby! Flick that pretty pink tongue over this cunt's stiff nipple." He leaned over to watch the older woman kneeling at the blond man's back side. "Eat his ass hole, slave. Stick your stinking tongue up his shitter, woman! Yeah! Lick his balls. "Finger fuck this amazon you fucking cock hound!" He commanded John, "Put your fucking finger in her sloppy cunt. Shit, bitch, present your sweet black ass to the big man. Don't you want a stiff finger in that steamy twat of yours? Fuck! That's it. They told each other everything. Oops, she though, there’s another lie. I’ve never told him how crazy about him I am.Since the first time her daughter brought him home she’d suspected she had a crush on him. There was something in his eyes that made her want to give herself to him totally. She would be with him, staring into his eyes, and she would realise he’d stopped talking and was waiting for an answer, and she’d have absolutely no idea what he’d just said.It would be about one when he got. He just stares at his shoes until a nurse calls to us from the far end of the ward. Suddenly, Mike comes to life. ‘Julie! I’m back!’ He throws his arms in the air, like he always does when he’s glad to see someone. ‘Hi Mike, it’s good to see you! Did you have a good time?’ ‘Julie, the Fourth of July is coming!’ ‘Yes, I know. Would you like to help us decorate the day room?’ ‘Good-bye, Mike! I’ll see you in two weeks,’ Mom says. But Mike doesn’t hear his mother. He’s forgotten about his.