Yes I do if you... She stopped me and said ok. These little bitches and some other cunts have treated me like they are something special and I am shi... all year. They did the same thing last year but now it's my turn. I have caught each of the cunts doing shit that if found out will cause them all kinds of hell. So they do what I say or I put the information out and fuck them that way. I asked so why this though. Because I get turned on watching you fucking their little asses. I get to see them. We shared dreams and hopes. We found a big flat rock on the far side of the pond, and she snuggled against me. I whispered into her ear: ‘Emily, please tell me I’m not dreaming. I don’t know that I could bear it if I was.’ She turned to me, looked deeply into my eyes, and wordlessly moved her lips to mine. Seconds stretched into minutes, and minutes seemed like hours. I’d kissed girls before, sure. But this was different. There was something behind it, not passion, not horniness. I was falling. I didn’t know that he had left them on Christmas Eve. Second, I was horny. The bottom line is that I was always horny since my husband’s death. I hadn’t planned to flirt with Bobby either, but he reminded me so much of his grandfather. Like his grandfather, he has a body that ripples with muscles. Hell, his muscles appear to have muscles. Watching how he rolled that huge motorcycle out of the bed of my pickup truck with such ease, it had taken two really big guys to get it in there, reminded. She timed it just right, 10 minutes before Lynn would normally be shutting her shop she pushed the door open.Lynn glanced over, then looked again, Jill looked different and she’d already begun to mentally undress her as normal, she could feel her eyes on her ass as she browsed the racks, she even gave her a good look up her skirt by dropping a dress, bending at the waist to pick it up she lingered just long enough for Lynn to get a nice long look, she wasn’t sure if she could see all the way up.