"Warren Crawford", he said."Warren!" Came the female voice over the receiver. "It is Brenda, your distance cousin from Melbourne". It had been ages si...ce he had heard from her, the last time was for a birthday, her daughter's, who would have been around twelve. "It has been awhile Brenda", he replied. Over the next fifteen minutes he heard of the problems, the closing of the institutions which he didn't know the daughter had been sent to and the desperation in the voice of the mother. "Could. "Sit," I said again and she reached between her legs and began to arch her knees.She guided the girthy dildo into the drooling mouth of her hungry cunt while I watched and she pushed down hard onto it until there was no room for her fist to hold it in place. As her legs met the table she trembled, her head fell back, and from beneath my belt loop saliva traced the angular slope of her chin.I leaned forward and kissed her gently on the cheek as she panted to keep up with her evasive breath. I. "I wrote a note to her: "I'm on my period now..." Amy read my note and kissed my cheek. She looked right into my eyes now, the first time she had done that. Her eyes were ginger snaps, surrounded by freckles and red hair. I was starting to melt."I eat pussy, baby, I don't give a fuck about your period if you don't."In my life, no person or potential lover had ever spoken to me that way. If you've been with me through this whole fucking story, you know that I always get in the last word. except. If his firm hadn't effectively forced him to go with Barbara to counseling, they wouldn't have made it.Steve chuckled at the memory. At the last Fourth of July picnic, he and Barbara had come upon Barbara's grandmother sitting at a table with the CEO and CFO of the firm where Steve worked and their wives. Astonished, Steve had said he hadn't even known Lydia was acquainted with them. The group had laughed. Lydia told him she'd known these two men and their wives since they were all toddlers.