We're all sitting on the sofa in a big pile, sobbing.Dave is stroking my head like I'm a puppy. I push closer against him and then I'm in the middle w...th Brindy on one side and Dave on the other. I climb onto Dave's lap and Brindy slides over, very close to Dave, still crying. She moves slowly. She is sore from the wreck.Dave's kiss on my cheek helps both me and him, but Brindy ... I take his hand gently and move it to touch Brindy. Very quietly I whisper in his ear, "Dave, she needs you now,. She did not pull away in the least but rather molded herself to my body and offered herself to me fully. When we broke away from the kiss, she glanced around. Everyone who had been out for morning runs had left. The church service was over. Hers was the only car parked at the road. She took my hand and led me to where the cemetery started the downward slope and was hidden from everything but a farmhouse at least half a mile away.“You need to help stretch me out,” she said. Okay. We hadn’t. Her daughter was in eighth standard only but a budding beauty like her mother, but not fat. Her boobs were developing like lotus buds and it was a pleasure to see her blooming bosom in her school uniform. I always found girls in school uniforms very attractive, especially if they had bulging budding breasts, announcing their puberty.In evening we, the land lady and me, used to sit in the front portico of her house while her daughter did her home work in her study room. It was a big house as. “I saw you standing there on the landing. You just stood there and watched.” “Emily,” he said as gently as he could, “I’m not sure why you’re reacting like this.” “Because,” she said. “I wanted you to be angry, or jealous.” Evan chuckled. “My darling Emily. We agreed, don’t you remember?” “But you weren’t supposed to be there,” she groaned. “Did he hurt you?” he asked. “No.” “That’s the part I care most about,” he told her. “But, he’s seen me naked. And, I came. A couple of times. And he came.