"Darren is very lucky to have you." Barbara said gently, "and from what I saw you should think yourself lucky too." mmm-uh" Sophie's reply was lost fo... the moment. Neither of them were thinking about what they were doing, both were simply lost in the sensation. Barbara in the wetness and warmth of the private hole between her daughters legs and Sophie in the sensuous grindings of her mothers hand. They were not touching elsewhere, in some ways the whole thing remained very utillitarian, mother. Two guards stood on either side, steel helmets offering little protection from the rain. As they came to attention, James could not help but chuckle."A guardhouse is probably needed here, I see." It's just rain, Your Grace." If you insist," he told the guard. The look on the man's face told him he was already regretting his words. "Let them know I'm here."The guard took out his knife, banging the hilt on the door in a well recognized pattern. James could not help but silently sing along."Shave. “Mom,” the imagined Bex stood in the room with her. Her daughter walked toward her. Wearing her usual tank top and skirt. “I want to talk to you about code.” Bex pulled off the top and skirt and tossed them into nothingness. Her tight little body looked so perfect in her bra and panties. Bex kneeled in front of her mom.“What?” Joyce’s voice was feeble. “What code, Bex?”“Code is language. It needs to be translated.” The imagined Bex looked up at her mom, her little oval face so pretty. She. .” That would let her know that she didn’t have to break the news to her young nephew and give her a little comfort.“Oh, Michael ... It was a beautiful day. People from Ed’s job came and it looked like the entire church showed up, with almost the whole neighborhood. I bought plots for them and the rest of us. The insurance company for the truck that hit us already paid for everything. I hope you don’t mind. We can all be buried together that way...” She lapsed into silence and we rode along.
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