"Can't he just take the bus or something?" I cast my hands in the air."Don't have exact change," Barry grinned shit-eatingly."Besides," our mother sna...ped, "it's like in times like these that family must gather close, must draw together."Christ, and I'd nearly forgotten about her. Spouting shit like it had the imprimatur of scripture.Immediately after that they all began goading me to _go get dressed up_ so we could _go out to dinner_. I balked at first, then relented to _go with the flow_.. She covered her mouth with her hands but couldn’t stop her excitement from escaping out.To further enhance her pleasure, I inserted my middle finger into her very well naturally lubricated love hole. She was very tight. I can feel her pussy muscles clamping onto just my middle finger. Her tunnel was so tight as I feel her pussy in a milking movement on my finger as I start to finger fuck her.She cannot control her excitement no more. She burst out a cry of enjoyment. A long moan of orgasimic. " I wish you'd do this more often." There probably wouldn't be much left of me if I did. Nothing left to send back to Memphis except bones and ashes."Her smile faded. She looked in my eyes and kept her arms around my neck and said soberly, "Do me a favor." What?" Don't talk about Memphis today. Not today."As we were finishing breakfast, Ronnie called Martha on the phone. Martha settled on the sofa in her bathrobe. They had been talking for about twenty minutes when I left to get to Fiore's. It. The fog was hovering low tonight and it drifted, cold and wet, into his room. "I won’t help you,” he said.The creatures assumed pained expressions. "You don't understand," said the troll father. "Our son is—" Downstairs in the Menskrs’ apartment. And you need me to do something so you can go and get him back. But what about the Menskrs’ real son? Why did you take him?" It's the way of things," said the troll father. "It's how we get by. There are so few of us left anymore, and it's so hard for.