It finally settled in then. My parents were dead. Gone forever. I walked over and stared into my broken mirror, my face streaked with tears. I didn’... even realize that I was crying. Who did I have now? Who will love me the way my mother had? Sam could never compare. Would he love me more or less now that he didn’t have my father to praise every little thing he did? Sam was eighteen and was about to go away to college. Would he still go? After that night, my life changed. I did, too. I wasn’t. He'd have the morning run down to Wall Street with Mr. Littlewood in the back of the LaSalle. Then he would drive the LaSalle back to the Park Avenue building in which the Littlewoods lived and either park it on the street nearby or in the garage around the corner. Mrs. Littlewood would usually not come down until late in the morning and that meant Finn had a few hours free every weekday. Of course if Mrs. Littlewood had an appointment somewhere and she wanted the car earlier, she could always. More and more girls are changing the way that they think of you.” "Please, let me see it, Jordan." Cleo was very excited by the prospect of Jordan's huge new cock. Her own penis was stiffening inside her panties and her pussy was moistening too. "Okay, Cleo. Since you asked me so nicely." Jordan removed her robe, and then tossed it to the side. Jordan now had only her panties. "Wow, you've got a great set of titties, Jordan," said Cleo, as she drank in Jordan's figure. Her full breasts. I wanted to attend Texas University and would probably have to work myself through classes and swimming, which would be a huge load, stressful etc. So I was contemplating options and stressing about the future when the lawn mower suddenly stopped with a bang. Probably a rock, I thought. I squatted next to the fence and as I reached to turn the mower over I heard my neighbor's sliding back door open. I cocked my head toward the sound and heard the door shut and someone head down the back steps..