I didn’t want her to hear a car door and suspect anything. I briskly walked the couple hundred feet, nervous as hell, cheesing from ear to ear. “S...e’s going to throw a fit.” I thought to myself. I slowly walked around the hedge as I reached the house, quietly sidestepping her Camaro as I approached the garage. I could hear the sound of a radio and metal on metal as she was flat on her back on a creeper under my Supra. She was wearing one of my undershirts and a pair of her favorite denim. Wilson's bush. We were having a lot of fun looking at these women. Then Steve stuck his finger in Mrs. Wilson's pussy. He moved it around and pulled it out and smelled it, we all smelled it. It smelled great! We all had super boners now and to this day I can believe these women never woke up. Bill then stuck his finger in Mrs. Tucker. That smelled great too. We all were taking turns sticking our fingers in these womens pussies, I had never touched a pussy before. It was warm and wet, I loved. At school the network of girly information soon led me to a young guy who happened to have a paper round for that area and with general coversation I learned through time more about the man who now gripped my fantasies.He was widowed, lived alone, liked girly magazines, was a good tipper and always showed an interest and gave advice to his young paper boy.The weeks passed with me looking and waiting and finally one morning I saw him again and this time the shelter was empty. I was the only. Carmen's soulmate spat her out of the warm bed unceremoniously like a remorseful one-night stand. Bloated and sticky against the floorboards of her loft, she took her first real breath since the fifth cock of the orgasm flower stretched her lips apart.Existence was cold. Existence was pain. Why was she no longer worming against her bondage at the brink of insanity from body-convulsing orgasms? Why was she cast out of a warm hell and into a frozen one?As Carmen’s vision returned, so did her.