What time is it?”She looked at me, trying to determine if that was true. “It’s 5pm. Is Lily okay?”I stared at her, willing myself to look inno...ent, but feeling that she could see right through me and knew that I had beaten her daughter. “I don’t know. It’s been a rough time for all of us.”Mrs. Johnson seemed to accept that. “How are you doing, Jon? I understand you and Cindy had become close.”I thought about that. Close? Is that what we had become? Close? Lovers? More than that? Did it matter. I started to press her breasts hard. And suck them hard.She: babby slowly. Ahhhh …… good continue ….Don’t stop ……. Hmmm … ahhhhhh ….I slowly going down I stopped at her pussy. Then again from the back I started to keep my hand inside the pussy. It was all wet. She left a small moan.She: baby enough leave me.Me: c’mon. Let me just see it.Only one time.She( in sleepy mood): ok.Only once.Me: after opening her pant . I just touche her pussy again. Then she left a moan.She:enoughhh …. Haaaaa ... It was placed just above the outside of her left ankle and showed a detailed picture of a dolphin, although Kyle knew the correct term for this animal was a Porpoise. He had seen a similar tattoo somewhere, but he couldn’t remember where. The image made him think of the television show “Flipper”, which in turn made him think back to...After getting permission from Karen Mayes’ mom and aunt, Kyle had bought her a kitten for her 17th birthday. It was a silver Russian Blue, and it had the most. She had short blond hair, with dark roots, which stuck out from her head in a careless way which instantly inspired my envy. My own long curls caused me no end of frustration each day as I tried to tame them into some semblance of appropriate behavior. Beautiful, in a tough way, her eyes said that she’d seen it all, and she was a survivor. She put her hand out, and said at once, in a husky voice which seemed to caress me a little too intimately, ‘Kila Mackenzie, I read your book, and I loved.