I sat down heavily on the bed, and started to cry like a baby. 'Why?' I asked myself over and over again. She knew what I was like, we grew up togethe..., and we were good together. I read the note over and over perhaps it wasn't written by her, but I knew it was by the handwriting. I lay on my stomach and bawled my eyes out, I felt sick, worthless, useless. My one and only true friend Julie had left me, 'what was I going to do?' I cried most of the night, sleeping only briefly. I decided to try. But so did her pussy muscles. After a bit I did it on purpose and she would laugh a bit and then do it back with her pussy muscles. Goddamn she has trained pussy muscles, she can make you cum just by playing those muscles with your cock only inside and not even moving it.That made me horny again, and since I was still hard, deep inside and she was still very wet and leaking juices from her pussy, I started round two.I moved myself up so that my cock stood straight up in her pussy and when I. I also have one in black.”“You look absolutely amazing!” his eyes lit up as she approached him. She straddled his thighs the material sliding up her thighs to reveal her bare pussy.“I said to them it looked far too low in front and way too short in the hem. Karen said that meant it was the perfect slut dress for me to wear for us. I’ll admit I do feel rather slutty wearing it.“It certainly is low and short!” his arms going around her waist.“Feel the material, it’s so soft it feels like I’m. Yeah, Mom and Dad put money in there. But so did I. You not only stole from their memory but you stole every damned cent I worked for since I was 14 years old." I didn't know," Marcia whined.Finally Sean had all he could take."You did more than steal from your parent's memory," he spat. "You stole from the farm." I did not!" Marcia said."Someone did," Sean pointed out. "Adam's dad kept money in his 'Weekend Fund'. That wasn't personal funds. That money belonged to the farm. It was corporate.