" he smirked as he slapped his cock across her rosey cheeks smearing cum over her lips.John appeared with a white rag in his hand, he grabbed a fist f...ll of her hair and covered her mouth and nose with the rag. As she drew deep breaths everything became hazy.When Lola came to again she was lying on a mattress covered in sweat, cum and tears; alone. She could hear someone laughing deep and loudly, but couldn't see them. She lay on the semen covered mattress holding her head in her hands as. In the trunk, she found pictures of a very different version of her mother, young and all done up in the eighties’ fashion of shoulder pads and dyed-blond curls, short, colorful dresses, disco, ABBA. There was dancing and drinking, smoking and kissing boys, many boys, with long-pointed shirt collars, tight, flaring pants and hair like David Bowie.Her mother had never told her about her life before she became her mother. Lilian finally understood where the guilt came from. She obviously had been. Is it that time again? This week has gone by quick. Go ahead and do your thing.” I didn’t bother to hear his response, I just closed the door and made my way to the kitchen to make myself some coffee. I went outside to my patio and sat there as Timmy got himself sorted. I reclined my chair then closed my eyes for a second then this stranger was squeezing my breast but it felt weird but then I woke up and it was Timmy shaking me awake.“Mrs. Thompson? I am about to start the lawn mower and I. We got Bill into the house and John went to the market and bought beverages for the house, bringing back milk, sodas, teas and coffee. We sat at the big dining table and ate. It was great having Bill back with us. As we ate I called Donna at the hospital and invited her to join us in her new home. She arrived a little after eight. She said it took her fifteen minutes less to get to the new house. She ate and Bill sat with her. The rest of us toured the house and started making plans. Our first.