I decided to take a little trip on the ranch. So I called Billy to have him get things ready. I could trust Billy to see to details. You see, Billy Mi...chell and I go way back. In Jr. High I was a shrimpy, pimply nerd of a kid. I was always being picked on. I didn't reach my growth until High School. So I was easy pickings, as they say. Well, anyway, there I was getting the holy crap beat out of me by a couple of 8th grade jocks. I'd learned to tuck and roll a long time ago and they weren't. She sat upright in bed and shouted, “Douglas, why can't you be with me like I want you to be. Oh baby---WHY?" She then walked to her computer and opened her writing program. She was not sure, what she would write. Sometimes, when she was troubled, she could put her thoughts down in poetry. Writing always calmed her tattered spirit. "Teardrops of an Angel"His Angel spoke softly as a lonely tear trickled down her cheek."Oh my darling, I miss you, my arms ache wanting to hold you!"His Angel wiped. I remember trembling as I pulled out the only other item from the box. A long solidly crafted wooden hairbrush emerged and I held it to my nose, inhaling its scent before resting it on the night stand by the bed. My heart and soul must have known, though my brain was not fully ready to accept it when I threw away the now empty box, instead of placing it back on its shelf where it had sat gathering dust, nothing more than a memory for me, till now. I nervously drew my robe around me and went. I pushed her breasts together and then let them go, brushing my hands over both nipples as I did so. I pickup up the shampoo. I reasoned that if it felt that good on me it would surely feel just as good on her as well. I squeezed loads of shampoo on the top of her cleavage and then, after replacing the bottle, squeezed both breasts together and started to massage the shampoo into them. Maggie wanked and pumped on my cock with an increasing need to make me shoot my load all over her. She was.