"Promises, promises," she laughed back.She put her new clothes away and grabbed her laundry and headed to thebasement. After loading up the washer she... went back upstairs and rinsedout several days of panties, bras, and pantyhose and hung them over theshower rod to dry. Once her laundry was dry she was folding it andputting it away as she started into her first drink of the day. Is thisall this fat bitch does? Drink, smoke, and fuck? No wonder she can'tlose weight! I need to get her into a. “Is that what you want?” he asked as his fingers spread her vulnerable pussy open, exposing the perfectly pink lips now dripping with her wetness. She nodded. He glided his cock up and down her inviting slit, coating himself with her before he slowly eased it in. The tightness of her womanhood grasped him and it felt as though her cunt was pulling him in deeper and deeper. He pulled back slowly and suddenly forced himself all the way in again, this time with force. She screamed from the mix. Breathing was painful. At first, everything was out of focus. Then Amelia’s face swam into sharpness. Smoky eyes behind frameless glasses looked at me, and she burst into tears.My pain and discomfort were forgotten.“Don’t cry. Please don’t cry,” I begged. Amelia looked awful; hair, usually so soft and feathery, was limp. She was so pale.Lifting her glasses, she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, gave me a half-hearted smile, and reached for my hand. Her touch was delicate and her hand. Several pickup trucks had already pulled into the lot. Gail and Bill walked towards the main door of the building, just as two men came out. One was giving orders to the other."When our truck arrives with our equipment, I want you to lay a path of masonite from the curb to the elevator. We'll bring the furniture in as is and stage it on each floor where we'll put it together and do the installation room by room." OK, Larry; you got it."Bill and Gail walked up to him and Gail asked, "Are you the.