"Gee, that's great news, baby, do I know the lucky guy?"She gave me one of those tantalizing long looks like she caught me sniffing her panties in the...men's bathroom. Doreen was one of those females that wore crazy panties with weird statements or pictures on them with suggestive innuendo. I used to like to read them before I stuck it to her in the back seat of the car or up on the roof in a hidden corner. I have to admit that sometimes they made me a bit frenzied to get my business inside her. Her eyes refocused and she noticed the devilish grin on Jack’s face. He opened his mouth to ask her if it was alright but she interrupted him with a comment of her own. “I still have my safe word…” Lauren let go of his neck and rested completely on the car, relaxing her legs and with the car this low to the ground she had no problem finding a spot on the ground to rest them. Jack pulled his member back for the first time since they joined, keeping the tip just inside her entrance. He leaned. I was still plagued by insomnia and nightmares. I was always tired, and when I was alone I felt this odd anxiety. I was afraid, but of something I couldn't quite put my finger on.Then finally the day I'd been waiting for came. Mrs. Taylor came into my room with a bag in hand. Out of it she produced some gray sweatpants, a black T-shirt, and a sweater."What's with all this?" I asked."You've just been released. You can go home," she said with a smile."Awesome. Hey, where did these sweats come. Besides, you wouldn't want to disappoint my Uncle Mark would you?"On the ride to the restaurant I found out that she had lived with Mark from the time she was twelve until she got married. He was her only living relative when her parents were killed in an accident and he took her in and raised her."You are married?" Divorced. You?" Was, but it was many long years ago." You over her? It took me a long time to get over him." If the attachment was that strong why did it end?" He had forsaking all.