I’d even dreamed about him a few times, vauge erotic images that seemed to flow without rhyme or reason. I invariably woke up to wet panties.“I do...’t care. Stay away. I don’t like his vibe.”“His vibe? The man is half a football field away and you can feel his vibe? It must be a guy thing because I’m not getting it.”He just grunted and stomped back into the house.The next week I walked down to the corner market just to get out of the house. There was an ice cream parlor next door and I looked up. What a nice sight . this was better than the other times when there were 6 men around the car .soon she opened the door and took his cock in her mouth and gave him a little suck while I fingered her . he leant in and played with her tits and now and again our hands would meet around her pussy area. this was last summer so it was warm , I said lets get out of the car ,we all stood at the front and with a guy either side we took it in turns to touch s up . I still had the camera , so I stood back. "Perfect now?"Again, his hands roamed over her ass and she could feel his thumb follow the crack of her ass, pushing slightly as he passed over her anus. Jumping a little, she gasped again, remembering their last night together before she left. He had promised her that he would breach her third hole when they saw each other again. He had teased her there, had made her curious but her apprehension had only grown with the absence."Still jumpy, angel?" he asked with hardly any inflection to his. Everything. I remembered how the doorman hadn’t let me up to his apartment, how Ivory had been forced to come down to get me. I remembered staggering when he did, so that he had to catch me before I fell, remembered his whispered, “What the hell? Are you high and drunk, Ash?”And then I remembered answering, “I killed dad, Ivy. Do you think she was my punishment for doing it?”I flinched at the memory. “Well, shit.”Ivory chuckled lightly. “Here, man. Drink this and take these.” He held out a.