Earlene and Laura did not have sweet, simple sex. Except for Karen, Laura had never had rougher sex with anybody. And yet Earlene herself was the soft...st, mildest, sweetest person you could ever meet. No one, looking at her, would dream that she craved the most perverted acts, which made her come in horrific cataclysms of masochistic pleasure."I'm tired of giving it a rest. Can I come over?" I was hoping you'd ask. You remember last time? I was going to show you something?"Oh god, yes! Laura. " I do on cold days or when I wear jeans."Devlin nodded. "I have spare clothes here, but most of them wouldn't fit you." I'll take my chances with the washer and dryer." Krissi looked at a businessman who came in, unshaven and rumpled. "At least jeans and underwear don't need ironing." I have an aunt who irons everything, including her bras." What on earth for?" She said she feels better wearing ironed clothes." It takes all kinds. Did you ever get snowed in like this?" Once, and I wasn't. Then I moved my fingers onto the pussy fingering it. Suddenly she pushed me and ran in search of the bedroom where I followed her running caught her from back kissing her neck taken her into bedroom left her like free bird from the cage. To which she fell on bed & sighed me with her cute finger to come, it was like an angel naked with long free hair with beautiful smile, curvy boobs, damn hot pussy with all over shining body with sweat, my pre cum, my saliva all through the body calling me.I. She went off the deep end again and back to one of those hospitals. I went to Dad's. Spent a lot of time crying. More time playing. Did a recital. Dad actually showed up. Latest 'stepmom' looked like second runner-up in a Barbie lookalike contest. I guess she tried talking to me, but she was only ten years older than me, had zero skills not tied to her bra size. I can be standoffish.I had one friend in that house, Dad's Guatemalan housekeeper, Ysabela. Ysabela, of Indian ancestry, dark-eyed,.