’ I looked at her. ‘What did you say? Did I hear you correctly? You love Yan.’ ‘Yes.’ She put her head down and I sat beside her. ‘I love ...er.’ ‘You mean, of course, you love her like a friend, your best friend?’ ‘No, I mean…yes, of course…but more than that.’ She looked up and made eye contact. ‘More than that? What do you mean, more than that? You love her like—’ ‘We made love.’ ‘You what?’ ‘I went home with her and we continued where we left off at the club. As soon as we entered her. "Did you bring me anything?"Juan had asked me to wear one of mom's used thongs so he could smell her. He also asked for a picture of her in as little clothing as possible, so I brought him a picture of my mom in one of her thong bikinis. I lifted my skirt and pulled off my thong. Juan brought it straight to his nose. I also pulled out the picture from my purse, and he looked at it as he smelled mom's thong.Juan,"you have a hot ass mom. I love the smell of her pussy mixing with yours. She has. No one looks entirely the same in the casket, but my father looked entirely different. Even his eyebrows appeared to have been shaped an entirely different way. I spent four hours in a daze, nodding and smiling to friends and strangers alike. 100 people exactly had signed the guest book, notentirely shabby as all his 6 brothers and sisters were deceased. I wept as I threw a solitary rose on his coffin, watching the gentle winds of May scatter the petals into the void. As is often true in these. She locks lips with her and covers her hand with her own between Ame’s legs. Ame doesn’t pull back and Kay deepens the kiss by putting her tongue between Ame’s lips. At the same moment she can feel Ame moving her hips forward into their hands pushing her fingers deeper into her. Kay move Ame’s hand away and replaces it with hers. She pushes two fingers in, it’s wet and warm allowing her fingers to slide in and out easily. With her right hand she cups Ame’s breast and gently squeezes her.