Cathy, her best friend in high school, and she had worked in the office of the town clerk. Actually, her friend had the job and got paid. Alex just sh...ared it with her and took her place for a couple of months when Cathy had to leave town for a while to have her baby. That way she had the job when she came back. Alex was glad to help.But these were the same kinds of documents they handled there at the courthouse. Estate stuff. Guardianship and Wills. As boring as most people think these things. Not that it bothered me, I hate it when I get makeup on my shirts. Or my face. Or my hands. Anyway. She invited me into the living-room, sat me down and offered me a drink.“Thanks! Could I have some of your Bushmills, please – just a little water?”When she came back, some time later, with my drink, she was carrying a mug of cocoa. I don’t know about you, but I associate cocoa with boats; in fact, it’s about the only time I drink the stuff, when I’m sailing. Tired out from a hard day lurching. She hit him as hard as she could, putting every inch and every ounce of the pain and the rage and the sadness not ever really being able to help Jack smoldered in her. She felt a momentary, savage joy when the young punk’s nose erupted a geyser of blood. She had never been able to do what she felt was enough to help Jack. No one in town really could. Jack’s mom didn’t abuse Jack. She was just guilty of not really taking care of him as good as she should have, could have. She fed him and clothed. I kept pumping it in and out at the same pace, each time going a little deeper until my pelvis bumped his ass. At that point Ben realized that it must be my cock inside him and said, in between moans, “The change from your fingers to your cock was so smooth that I didn’t even realize it till your balls bumped mine. Please keep fucking me, it feels so damn good. Now I understand why you are such a slut!” I replied, “If you want to be a slut like me then you will have to learn to suck cock too,.