.."Martha interrupted me as I spoke and said, "I know I shouldn't feel this way, but my John sits in jail and because of it no one will speak to me wh...le..." With that she gestured with her hand towards Alison and the other recent arrivals.I didn't know what to say. I wanted to tell her to buck up and get over it. Hell, it seemed like something you would expect from high school kids. I decided to go over to the jail and have another talk with John while they were painting this morning. I. It’s my first time.Giovanni slapped my ass. “Rilassati puttana.”I tried to do as he suggested, relaxing some of the pressure I was exerting. His cock slipped deeper inside me. He wasn’t as big around as the last plug, but he was alive and moving, his cock slightly longer and sliding up against the one way street of my bottom. I knew why Giovanni insisted on the yoni egg inside my pussy. His cock was nudging against it, moving it around, the reverse of a plug when someone was fucking my cunt.. “You better practice walking in them, Kylie, as you will be wearing them on Saturday.”With the sound of Julia not calling me by my normal name and using the one I much prefer, plus the excitement of knowing I would be wearing those gorgeous shoes on the Saturday and no doubt some other items from my girly wardrobe, I kissed her with such passion, finally breaking of the kiss to thank her. “So what have you got planned sweetheart?” I asked hoping she would tell me. “You will just have to wait. “They had to do a third operation after ... after you woke up and found out about ... about Mandy.”“When ... when was Mandy ... when did Mandy die?” I asked.“As near as we can figure, with the different time zones, about 15 minutes before you hit the IED,” he explained.That meant, I thought to myself, she was already dead before I was injured.The pain and grief I was feeling was almost overwhelming.Not to mention the guilt.Somehow ... somehow I felt I should have ... should have KNOWN. Should.