" Brenda finally agreed. "But I still want a drink." She looked at Brian and said.Brian stood up, reached in his pocket and produced a bag of reefer a...d rolling papers. He slid them across the table to Sandra before turning to get his mother yet another rum and coke. Brenda did not say a word but watched as her daughter opened the bag and papers and began expertly rolling two joints.As Sandra watched, her eyes trailed down her daughter's neck and to her chest. She could see Sandra's nipples. "Or we can finish what we started." If you look in a woman's purse sometime, I'm convinced you'll find it. Way down at the bottom. They sit neatly in a silver tamper-resistant case. Inside are three to five faces. These incredible faces that could, by no means, possibly belong to that woman sitting before you, but which she miraculously sports at times most unexpected. Shirsten was wearing Lust Face. Never in my life, have I ever seen a face so impossibly unrecognizable, yet so fucking. I was innocent and very pretty. I had firm tits and a nice ass. He wanted to own me and control me but I did not know that at the time. The first night he showed me his bed which I was to sl**p in with him. He told me to get naked and get in bed. Then he got naked and joined me. He started kissing my tits and sucking them. It was strange but felt good. Then he reached between my legs and rubbed my pussy. I was not sure I liked this but I could not say no. He played with my pussy for a long time. As soon as an unattached man moved in the vultures descended. I am being a little mean. These women are not vultures by any standard, just lonely widows hoping for a little attention. Metaphorically, circling doves would not work as a descriptive term. I was lucky enough to have a lovely female companion at every meal. It was not hard at all to get them to talk about the other women. Unfortunately, I had to learn a lot about women I didn't care about, in order to learn a little about.