I didn’t see Don the next day, and drove home myself, so nervous that I could hardly concentrate. Maryanne seemed relatively calm, had bathed and b...en thinking about what she was going to wear, and appeared to be looking forward to party time. She barely ate any dinner. She asked if I thought she should greet them at the door in the nude, realized she couldn’t strip if she was already nude, and finally decided she wanted me to greet them at the door and get them settled in with a beer before. Their teen daughter, Amanda, stood on the other side of Mrs. Cazares. Amanda was shame-faced, as she had been of late – not nearly as prideful and arrogant as she had been – and holding in her arms the baby boy she bore out of wedlock.The congregation sang, as did I while I made furtive glances across the aisle at Mr. Cazares’ shoes, not daring to look directly at him.I was 31, and my daughters were 11 and 7 years of age. What I am recollecting now happened four years ago.Mr. Cazares was a. I hadn't been in a place like this since I'd been a kid. "You're doing it again." I tried not to jump too obviously. It was a girl's voice, standing behind me. I spun around and looked at her and for the first time in my life literally felt my jaw drop. I'd been expecting someone must be around, someone had to have started that fire, but the last thing I'd expected was to see a little girl, maybe ten years old. "Doing what?" I asked. "Pushing him away," she said, both her voice and expression. Seeing the pencil I used pressed against his mouth like that, has given me mental images like nothing before. It was as if he was tasting me. I pictured what it would be like, to see him spread my pussy lips with this pencil and then lower his head and taste me. His tongue running up and down my slit, gathering its moist. Shivers were running through my body, my pussy contracting over and over. -Kelly…-he called.His eyes were staring at me and suddenly his expression changed. I am not sure what.