I did get my visit from Blake in July ‘73. He seemed something. I guess he felt bad for me. Hell, I know for a fact that he felt bad for me. He told...me about his business. He told me that Ava had indeed quit her job and while she was eternally sad about my situation, she was coping rather well. According to Blake, she even helped him out as an office assistant from time to time. She did mostly busy work, but useful for all of that. I felt good that my woman was not losing it as one might have. The second boy lasted just as briefly, Eagerly replaced by the first. K's head rocked from side to side, and I could imagine her shaking her head in week protest to their youthful pumping. But the look of serious concentration on her pleasure. Even though I'd heard it countless times before it still made my aching hardon throb more hearing her say " It feels like a teacup full of cum in me." and she ask if they jack off in their showers thinking about her, and that a B will get them the same. Laura said that she couldn't go out in this that you could see right threw it. Claire explained to her how Sam and Clyde had done such a good job picking it out that they really ought to get to see her in it. She played on Laura's anger telling her you know Jimmy didn't get you anything. This is a good way to pay him back to let these guys get a good look. Laura knew that it was too revealing and that she shouldn't do it but for some reason she felt that she should. The combination of seeing. Tilted on one side of her head she had a small cap of gold-colored silk, embroidered with pearls; while on the other a purple rose mingled its glowing colors with the luxuriant masses of her hair, of which the blackness was so intense that it was tinged with blue. The extreme beauty of the countenance, that shone forth in loveliness that mocked the vain attempts of dress to augment it, was peculiarly and purely Grecian; there were the large, dark, melting eyes, the finely formed nose, the coral.