I quickly pull her to me and begin to kiss her again. Amanda returns the kiss with extra fervor and I pull her in close again. My hand returns to he... back, and with confidence I reach down and grab her ass. Don’t mistake confidence for a forced, hard grab, but rather I just feel what Amanda has to offer. She begins to wiggle it ever so slightly to the touch and I can’t help but smile. Both hands start to caress, one holding her tight and one happily feeling the rocking motion of her hips. . My sobbing was beyond telling. I had never felt so low. I had nobody. I had nothing and nothing was what mattered to me.I did have an ‘82 pickup truck. My part time job would pay—at a bit more than $1,100 monthly after taxes—barely enough for me to take care of the rent, utilities, food, gas to get to work. All of it was on me now. I’d be able to scrape by but that would be it.Mike drove me to my place the day after the cremation. I hadn’t been home in some ten days. But, now I was, home that. It was a good thing she had worn a skirt, especially since anyone who sees me in it will want to bend me over a table, she thought naughtily. Crap, she worried. Time to take stock of the mental stuff.She felt... happy. She seemed to have boundless energy and was infused with a bright optimism that made her feel like giggling about everything. She tried to feel annoyed about that fact, but couldn’t quite bring herself to. Oh well, what’s the harm in enjoying life a bit more? she reasoned while. She looked at me, at Manus who was filming, and around at Sara. Sara gave her a quick kiss on the lips and then nodded towards the cock. It was big, long rather than thick. Jay looked at it then reached down for the vodka bottle and took a big gulp. She passed it to Sara then lent her face forwards and took the helmet into her mouth. She rolled her tongue around it for a few moments and then slowly lent all the way forward, taking the length of the cock fully into her mouth and throat. She.