Her voice was barely audible, “I thought it was a dream too. At least until you told me about it the next day.”“And that’s why you left so qui...k?”“Yes. I was ashamed and embarrassed. I was so afraid of hurting you.”Harriet sat back down and didn’t speak. The silence grew and grew. Lori heard a dog bark down the street followed by the sound of a car door slam. Then Harriet cleared her throat and asked, “And earlier?”“I didn’t know I could do that!” she said excitedly and looked into Harriets. After she did that a few times she just started literally looking down and spitting in his face. Every time calling him a faggot bitch and then stifling him again with her hairy gray pussy."Now I hear u making them girls scream across the hall. Now I want u to do that to me." She reached back and pulled down his zipper. His cock was rock hard, but u could see the huge wet spot where he came while getting mouth fucked. She pulled in out and slid back and stuffed it into her sloppy wet pussy. Now. Once again i let my hands travel all over them, with my eyes feasting upon it. I played with her pussy over her panty cloth, which had already gotten wet. Saranya was at this time looking intently at me, running her hand through my hair occasionally.I pulled down her panties and saw the curly hair that crowned her womanhood. My fingers brushed over it, beneath it, feeling the wetness on her pussy lips, and then went inside it, just barely, which was enough to make Saranya gasp, and jerk her. For us, their deaths were a life altering occurrence, a tragedy that changed our lives for the better allowing us to reach out and help others, not only on Valentine’s Day, but every day. Married on Valentine’s Day 60 years ago, Bob and Ida lived in the same run-down house for 60 years. Married during the depression, they were accustomed to using it up, wearing it out, making it do, or doing without. Short on money, they were not short on love. He, a veteran of World War II, she worked at the.