Slowly, she comes up to me and pulls me out of my blouse completely. Her full lips meet mine and we kiss passionately. She opens my bra pulling it out...of me and pulls me to the toilet. I sit down on it and spread my legs. She pushes my mini skirt and starts slowly with her tongue to caress my clitoris, I'll damn wet with excitement and she licks everything nice. Then I grab her by her hair and force her to stand up. I tear her skirt and top from her body and kisses her passionately. I Knock. ”“I thought you needed someone to cry on, and why not me? I’m almost a stranger to you. You can forget this and ignore me from today onwards and no one would notice. It can help to talk. Do you want to?”I looked at the clock. We had five hours to go.“We have hours ahead of us. If you want to rant, rave, call Henry all the names under the sun, moan you’ve been ill-treated, betrayed? You can do all that and I’ll listen without repeating a word to anyone.”“You’d do that for me?”“Why not? You need. Even this morning whilst at work she had entered a clients room ready to tidy up and she was aware he had already checked out, so she was taken totally by surprise when as she was leaning over the bed removing the sheets she suddenly found a huge weight on top of her slim frame and she toppled face down onto the mattress. She felt a couple of fingers sliding under her skimpy knickers and entering her always wet pussy, within a few strokes she was responding to the invasion and her cunt muscles. I knew he kept track of what I was doing, and that made me feel good. I had to get to their town and set up all the funeral arrangements. They had left me the total amount of their estate, which amounted to millions. Brandi decided to bring Travis with us to the funeral. I had been so busy with my job, I had not seen Travis for five months.What a shock when I laid my eyes on him, he was seventeen, but looked to be twenty-four or twenty-five. The best way I can describe him, he had a full beard.