"Barbara's mind careened into a new level of passion with the knowledge this woman's tongue had also enjoyed Tommy's hard cock. Connie told Barbara ho... delicious Tommy's cum tasted as her fingers terrorized the mother's pussy deeply. Her words and Barbara's imagination caused Barbara to grip her friend's head, gathering handful's of long brown hair in her fists. Barbara rammed Connie's face to her pussy, holding it there as she completely lost it and began making guttural noises, fucking her. He said her saw her pat your ass!" he accused."We were joking around about what you men like to do." she countered."Maybe so, but there's rumors all around town about you two. You're always together, laughing and joking. You two men haters?" Bobby, I manage Miss Singleton's farm. We see a lot of each other just like you and I see a lot of each other. I don't hate men, I just never found one that was worth much. I know Lilly feels the same way." Maybe so. But folks is saying that you two are. Her eyes were wandering round the room when a group of what had at first seemed like students of the local university caught her eye. She noticed that they were speaking Dutch amongst themselves but English to the other waitress.She kept pouring coffees and serving food. One dish was for his table. "Who gets the salmon baguette?" she asked. "That would be me," a dark voice said. It was the man to her left. They looked at each other for a second, a smile on their lips. As she was walking away. The dresser on her side of the bed holds half-finished projects, blank scrapbook pages, journals and photos. I do not move anything. I dust over her books, I wipe the baby’s little toys down, straighten the blankets in the crib. I often feel as if I am in a burial site where the placement of every small stone is sacred. Somewhere deep inside of myself, I know I do not belong here. I know these artifacts are not my own. We have delved into the dark of the woods now, and damp leaves pad our.