“I’m so sorry. I can’t help it.” “What’s wrong?” I asked, wondering what was going to happen. I had never seen Jerri drunk even thou...h we had known each other for the better part of 15 years. “What will your husband say when he gets home?” “He isn’t coming home,” she choked. “He fucking left me about 4 months ago.” I was aghast. I had never known Jerri to swear before, let alone use the “F” word. “I know we haven’t talked since you came by the house that day when I was in the. I'm nice and warm, and have been told I'm very tight. While fingering makes me a little squirmy and whimper a lot, fucking makes me moan a lot more. My feet are small, soft, and dainty. Clear nail polish, again, if any. I do wear anklets from time to time, on my left. I think they're cute. I pull back the glass door for my standing shower and get the water started. A nice shower is what I need to relax right now. While that heats up, I grab a paper cup from the dispenser on my sink and down. The hot days and chilly nights had put some stress on the boot's leather skin, but it was mainly due to the pervasive asperity of this place, this outer desert, and the abrasive nature of the rocky ground; the mix of dust, sand, dirt and gravel that had made his boots little less than sheets of leather about to slit themselves open.It remained a mystery to Molo how the Pilgrim could remain unperturbed by the roughness of the terrain, the adverse conditions, and the unforgiving miles he had. I was not the only one who noticed and this being a fun holiday all about sharing it didn’t take long for the others in the car to notice and as we all chatted Sarah next to you rested her hand on your leg as she poured drinks. I noticed her leaving it there as she finished and I smiled at you knowing this was the start of a fun few days. I saw her whisper in your ear and then as her hand slid slowly up your skirt her other hand slid in between your blouse buttons and we all watched as she.