That was a sad one. He got run over and dragged by that Arco tanker truck over in Boston. I think it was in '03 or '04. He lasted about three weeks in...the hospital, and then he died. Di and I were both there, but there was only the minister and these two old men who worked at the cemetery. They were only there to lower the casket after the grave side service was over. We both thought there would be a lot more people there." Frank and I were never friends,. I think I read somewhere that he had. Cup my breasts as you fondle them with your mouth, tongue and hands. Make me moan with desire and want. Let your tongue run down my stomach to my belly button and play with my ring that is there. Run your hands over my torso as my skin begins to move under your touch. You feel the electricity and excitement course through my flesh. Your excitement builds within you as you move across me. Your hands reach my legs and you lightly caress them giving me goose bumps from your touch bringing me a new. That didn’t mean that I got laid frequently. In fact, anyone who tried to rape me got his ass kicked. I was mostly nice, but vicious about that issue. My fellow inmates soon learned to leave me the hell alone. I otherwise made no trouble and got a reputation as a good, hard-working, and even well-educated prisoner. The guards looked down at me, but they didn’t have an excuse to do anything about it. I made a point of not giving them one. They just didn’t like my attitude of smoldering. In the meantime, would you like to fuck me while your aunt is in the shower?" "Hell yes", Cadence said with a growl and she quickly stood up.Samantha bent over the table, wiggling her ass at her daughter. Cadence growled with desire and grabbed her mother's legging, ripping a hole in the crotch. "Cadence, be careful", Samantha said, but Cadence wasn't listening. Her focus was on the dripping hole between her mother's legs. She rubbed her thick dick up and down her mother's pussy lips, eliciting.