And even dying for.But for a moment, when the car arrived 5:59pm, I felt that panicked sensation once again. My life is over if I step into that car. ...y heart raced as it pulled to the curb. I nearly turned around and walked away before I heard his voice. It was Alex. He stepped around from behind the car and opened the door for me."I was afraid you might get cold feet."Alex said with a big smile.My mind went blank again. I smiled back and stepped inside the SUV.That's it. I'm done. I'm fucking. Her fingertips tickled the vagina itself and she felt the juice flowing over them. Her mother was wet. Very wet and was still trying to angel herself so that the fingers would penetrate.“Please! Please, Darling! Finger-fuck me! Pleeeeease!”I took a little more teasing before she also felt the need to probe into her mother’s body. But when she did it felt beautiful. A hot and very wet tunnel up inside her. A tunnel she had forced her way from all those years ago and now she was. Friday afternoon Sam was able to look at his phone, and saw a text from Marge. She told him that Sally was coming over after work, and she would explain everything then. OH, and get a pizza for dinner.When Sam got home, Marge and Sally were in the living room chatting. Sam took the pizza into the kitchen where Marge joined him. “Sam, the other night when you dropped off Sally, her boyfriend saw her get out of your car and they had a fight and he threw her out. I told her she could stay here for. We quarrel over the smallest things, as I’m educated more and advise him on family matters. He can’t digest that I know more, so we end up in fights. On one occasion, he brought up a matter that he wanted to marry sheela, a whore who lived in the nearby slum and accommodated her lovers for single nights there. We fought bitterly. I was torn emotionally.I cherish love. I cherish kind words. I wanted to run away. That day, when I left for work, there was rain. I carried my umbrella but it could.