She was gone.The priest was talking, but I wasn't listening. The nine of us all stood there, trying to hold ourselves together. It wasn't working to w...ll. Jackie had tears streaming down her cheeks already, and the service had barely started. The church part had been hard, and we had cried there. Now we were standing in the cemetery. Where Kaitlin was going to be buried.I could hardly wrap my mind around it. My best friend in the world was going to be six feet under. Creed was wrong when they. The two greatest expenses being the cost of instruments, and the travel costs for transporting the reservation tutors.What had seemed to me to be most difficult hurdle, was the task of locating sufficient volunteers to make the program workable. Michael insisted that he knew plenty of young people who would volunteer, if such a program were reinstated.We gave him the go ahead to immediately set everything up, including all the funding he said he thought might be required. He left us for three. You saved my baby again." This time it was my fault though. They were aiming for me. I couldn't let her be hurt by a bullet meant for me."There was a shout from the corner of the room."CAS!!"And with that, all the girls were up and huddled around my bed, each trying to hug and kiss me. Mrs. B had to put her foot down and raised her voice."Girls, you need to give him some room. We are all happy he is ok, but he won't be if you smother him."They back off from the bed a little bit, all but Zoe who. I found that I definitely enjoyed a bit of length so that I could hit my prostate a bit easier and still had a fair amount of toy to hang on to. It was always easy to conceal why I had a toy. The general story was that the ex had left it and I had just never gotten rid of it. On occasions, the women I was having sex with wanted it used on them. I'd always take special care to clean them after using them each time so they were always extra clean.One of the women I was fucking expressed that.