Pretty sweet huh? And see that statue? Of the soldier guy with his rifle? That's the only statue in town. It's like the only public art we've got." An... will you look at that?" she pointed to a stone which read:Marsha O'Reilly, 1960-2005, If tears could build a stairway, And memory were a lane, I'd walk the path to heaven, To bring you home again."Come on, make's me so mad just to look at it," and she led him on to her grandfather's grave. She bent and pulled the little flag out of the ground,. Seconds later her palms were drawn together by some sort of restraint. Opening her eyes behind the blindfold she could see nothing. A rustlingsound betrayed the movement of more material up her arms. Finally she recognizedtwo leather belts being thrown across her shoulders and crisscrossed in frontof her. She tensed when she heard the leather slide against metal and heardthe sound of a zipper closing simultaneously with pressure drawing her elbowstogether. "Jason, what are you doing?" she. Although he’d be grateful to have the chance to watch Carly cry again. She wasn’t returning his phone calls. ************* The memory of his hands on her body felt like hands on her body. Firm, but gentle touches. Soft caresses and fleeting, breathy kisses down her body. She fell asleep thinking about him, and woke up thinking about him, and couldn’t help thinking she shouldn’t be thinking about him. She should be thinking about something else. Anything else, really. School. The divorce.. Terri shrieked out her orgasm, and collapsed. Valerie seemed to be a bit heated herself, but Bill decided that he needed a breather before anything else happened. “So, was that a yes? You want to join my Harem and have hot, passionate sex with me and with all of my ladies, including your mother?”Valerie giggled. “I guess it was. Wow, who would have thunk that she would blow up like that over me? I’ve, uhh, that’s not the first tit I sucked, or the first pussy I stroked. And Mom can show me the.