‘ Tom’s hand slid up her thigh along the slit in her dress and cupped her tight bum. Stephanie started. ‘I … I … do you think it’s true?�... Tom pulled the straps of her dress down and uncovered her breasts and suckled one nipple and then said. ‘What do you think? Are they more sensitive. Do you find your pussy juices more copious and thicker? Do you find yourself wishing I were there to inject you again?’ ‘Ever since I met you they have been. And of course when you are not there I find myself. “But for that we need a construction firm that can do that job for us…”, reminded Victor. “Don’t worry, I’ve be looking for some and I am going to contact them to pick one” “Good job, Sam, and well meanwhile me and Victor will go after paperwork and have every paper we need to assure we can run the bar there” “I already started to see that and will wait about how we are going to do to start to fill them”, explained Victor. “And what the three of us can do?”, Lydia asked. “You, Suzy and Pauline. ." She walked around and got in the driver's seat. She took a deep breath, blotted her eyes and cheeks, and proceeded to tell me her story. "I told you I was here to visit my daughter. Well, she's 19, she just had a baby, and it's killing me!" "Well, why?" I wondered aloud. "I'm 44, and I'm HOT, and I CAN"T BE A GRANDMA! I don't feel like a grandma...but it's out of powers to change it." She paused, put her hand on my knee and continued. "The closer I got to my daughter's place, the crazier I. Marisa loved sex. Loved fucking. Loved talking about it. Graphically. You'd think a girl who'd been raped at such a young age would have forever been turned against it. She hadn't been. She loved it. And wasn't shy about letting me know it. And surprisingly, when she told me stories of the men and boys she'd been with, I wasn't jealous. That was then. Before me. I had absolutely no doubt about the now. Neither of us did. It would have been impossible for either of us to hide from the other how.