My briefs are now at my feet, she removes them and rubs her breasts back up my body.Standing once again, she reaches for the bottle of liquid soap. Sq...irting the orange blossom scented soap across her breasts, she rubs it into a lather. I watch as she her hands explore her supple body, stimulating herself. Her nipples harden under her touch, her sweet nectar trickles from her slit. Stepping under the shower head opposite of me, she rinses the soap from her body.I watch as the water cascades. I offered my hand to Jas and she stepped off the stool and into my arms. The kiss she gave me melted my heart.“I feel like the Mona Lisa,” she sighed. “Or maybe Venus Rising from the Sea. Like I just stepped off the canvas and into the real world. I think I can actually see through the third eye.”Her eyes were moist and Kelly rushed up to dab them with a tissue so her tears wouldn’t cause the makeup or paint to run.“I wish I’d had you paint it with the acrylics instead of the water paints,” Jas. They couldn’t be dead. They were just late. They just had car trouble or a flat tire or something. They were alive, I told myself. I’ll sit up and wait for them, I decided. So I sat up that night and waited for my parents to come home. I waited…and waited…and waited. I was waiting for the impossible. 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’t even realize that I was crying. Who did I have. "She then opened the tack room door. She went in, I was right behind her. Once we were both inside she closed the door.I scanned the room, they had made them a real cozy little corner out of the place. There was a couple of chairs and small table in the corner, an ice chest, a small coffee table in the center of the room, even the old cot had a clean cover over it. I looked around the place and said, "Nice, you got a pretty nice hide out here."She laughed and said, "Well, I cleaned it up a.