Mom wanted to get some things we couldn't find in the local stores." Never had a big family get-together," I said. "If we did, it'd probably be at som... Federal penitentiary, or some protest." You're kidding."I shrugged. "Not really. Some members of the family, the extended one, not just the ones related by blood, are wanted for things they did a number of years ago. Sometimes I think Mother is, too. She certainly acts that way. I haven't looked into it. I think it's better to let sleeping dogs. I walked in and closed the door, but did not lock it.I got down on my knees and looked into the nice large hole and saw a nice big cock being stroked by its owner. I thought, ‘well, this is why I came here,” so I put my finger on the hole and he turned towards me and put his cock into the hole. Just as I was getting ready to put my lips on his head my door opened and I saw him: so handsome in camouflage shorts and my kind of cock, BBC.He came in, closed the door and leaned into me and said, “go. Have been since the day Bruce died. Who else would he call?"Stephanie just stared at her friend. "Darren has lots of friends." Yeah, sure. But how many of them would he feel comfortable about calling at 3am to talk about why his wife kicked him out?" I didn't kick him out." You told him not to come home. Same thing." Yeah, so why are you here?" Stephanie was pissed now. She was still mad at Darren and this just made it worse. She'd had her cry and she and Christy talked for hours last night.. I shiver and let out a little gasp, proving that I was simply pretending to be asleep.Why had I been pretending, again? I can't remember, but it seems like it had been important. The kisses across my neck and shoulder aren't exactly conducive to logical thought, though. Neither is the hand that is running gently down my side, fingertips brushing the underside of my breast before continuing down to my hip. I give up on remembering. I have more important things to attend to.I wriggle around to.