I pulled her hair and smacked her ass hard. Omg I’m gonna cum she cried. I reached down and rapidly rubbed her clit. I pounded so hard the couch was...sliding across the carpet. She came hard. But I was far from done with her. I pulled her hair back, her back to my chest and my hand around her throat I started squeezing. My other hand smacking her tits. My balls slamming her wet pussy. I pushed her to the floor ass high in the air slamming away. Then I picked her up and threw her on the couch on. I grabbed one of her pumps and set it under my nose and started smelling. After a short time, I started to move back and forth over the pillow, and within seconds I felt a tingly sensation at the tip of my penis and then a warm gush. I came, but when I looked at the pillow there was only some of the clear whitish fluid on my stomach and the pillow. I cleaned up and felt very tired so I went to sleep. I woke up that night around 8 or so, I think, realizing that I hadn't returned Mom's shoes to. Her dark hair was piled high at the crown ofher head and then pulled back into a high neat ponytail. A few wisps ofloose hair framed her engaging brown eyes. Her face wore a look ofconcern and helpfulness.Selia began, "Are you? I mean have you ever been ... Did we alreadymeet? I mean how long have you been here? That is, did you ever servein the ... never mind."Stacy responded with practiced helpfulness, "Would you like a book toread? We don't have much of a selection." She ruffled. The flat inanimate screen was part of that colorless void. I couldn’t read words or see colors. There was no texture. No depth. No life. Sadly, books were the same. I’d always enjoyed reading. It was calming and peaceful. Television and movies, of course, were out. That eliminated some of our date venues, but we picked up concerts and plays instead. I found that I sometimes saw things Annette and Morgan missed because I saw depth and texture neither of them saw. Annette saw more of that than.