A man who was directly behind her put his hand on her ass and I thought shit, she is going to kill him. She glanced at me and saw it wasn't my hand an... turned to the front again. The crowd wasn't moving and the guy started to move his hand up over her hip and under her arm. She actually lifted her arm to accommodate him. He reached around and cupped her right breast. We stood there with him fondling her breast and playing with her nipple with his right hand. His left hand was now on her ass. I. And I'm so tired of all this bullshit. I just wanna go to sleep and forget.I open the door, slipping inside. Mom's passed out on the couch, empty bottles surrounding her. The smell of beer hits me and I feel my bruised stomach turn. She's fucking disgusting. And it makes me sick that I'm just like her. I can't deal with the problems in my life either. I just wish I wasn't one of her problems. I wish she said my name the way she says Melanie's.I sigh, starting to pick up some of the bottles.. “**** my wet ****, **** me hard, **** me hard. Slide you **** in and out, **** me, **** my ***** baby”. Those are her words and not mine. I was a bit taken aback as I hadn’t ever heard her say one swear word in all of my time with her. It took her only about a minute to come. As she came I could feel her squirt. I have heard of it but never had a woman that did it. There is no mistaking when she comes. I flipped her onto her back while remaining in her and ****** her passionately, sliding in. Switching lights on as she went, Jessie made her way through the house towards the living room where she had left the old lady sitting in her chair with her book. It was almost dark outside and Jessie was beginning to feel a little spooked. It was odd that Eleanor had not answered her — even if she had fallen asleep, she should have woken up by now. The grandfather clock struck six o’clock with a series of loud booming chimes. Jessie walked into the living room and she could just about make out.