I thought of a puddle of pussy juice on the floor and figured my tent would never be the same again. A stream of babbling verbiage came from her, begg...ing me to fuck her, harder, deeper, to make her cum. Then she did, with a squeal she muffled into my shoulder. Her legs clamped down on my waist, her arms squeezed so tight she lifted herself against me, and her body went rigid except for the quivering of her climax. I could feel her pussy muscles milking my cock and that put me over the edge. . My God, so many places for sale. I remember Connie had said that Derek had mentioned possibly buying a cottage, so I started there. It narrowed the list considerably. I jumped in my pickup and started driving by these cottages. I had a picture of Lydia with me to see if she was trying to sell any of the properties. The funny thing I learned about selling real estate was that an agent could sell any listing of properties. Not just the ones with their agency, but from all agencies. The commission. Is he not married? Was his wife not there during your stay?" Yes, Jay is still married, but with a sad twist of fate. His wife and two boys were in an auto accident about 12 years ago. A drunk driver hit them while he was out of town on business. Both his sons died in the wreck and his wife is in a coma. She will never come out of it due to her brain damage. But, she is still fighting to stay alive and Jay visits her every morning and evening that he can. "He was, and still is. "You feel up to the day now?" Mom asked putting some eggs on a plate andpassing it to her to put on the table. "Better anyway," she answered andtook the next plate her dad handed to her. "Greg said he'd be here in abit with Dianne," she said. Jenny ignored dad's slip and expected itwouldn't be the last time she fell into old speech patterns before shefinally adjusted."Can I kidnap you for a couple of hours mom?" she asked. "I havesomething I need to do before Kira and I get going if you can." I.