That’s what’s left.”He reached over, consoling me with a touch.“I’m sorry, Mimi.”I sniffled, “Let me call the landlord.” I picked up m... phone, ran through the contact list, punched his number. Got his receptionist.“Tell him that he can clear it ALL out. The insurance company’s getting pictures. They should pick up the car next week, too.”“I’m so sorry, Mizz Clemons,” the lady said.“Thank you. Stuff happens, I guess.”“Yes, honey, it does. I’ll pray for you to get things straight.”“I appreciate. “Ms. Rooney...”“Please,” she said, interrupting, “call me Olivia. No, better yet, call me Olive.”I stared at her and said, “Olive.” She nodded and I nodded too. “Olive, I still don’t know why you want to talk to me.”She stared at me as if my every word was something to be cherished. It took her a second to understand that she needed to respond. “I wish to offer a flag of truce,” she said.I narrowed my eyes. “Have you finally come to your senses and realized that Anna has been wrong about. As he asks if I am enjoying it, I moan out that it is fantastic. He says good, just to keep my eyes closed, and enjoy. Next I feel something hot, and tight on my cock, and moan out even louder. I hear him ask"how does that feel?", I tell him that his hand is making me feel like I am in a very tight pussy. Then I feel something press onto my thighs, as he lets out a moan. I open my eyes, and see that he is sitting on my lap, and my cock is in his ass, and he is sliding up and down. I say". Naked, I stealthily creep over to her bed. In the dim light I see she is on her back with her eyes squeezed shut. Her pajama bottoms are down around her knees and her right hand resting on her auburn patch with the middle finger disappearing in glistening folds. Her pajama top is unbuttoned and her left hand squeezing and kneading the soft firm globe of her left breast, the index finger rolling and toying with the hard rubbery nipple. I stood there a few moments, enraptured at the.