I knew she was struggling with her bi-polar condition, but there was little I could do except hire good people to look after her, and be there when th... bottom dropped out, someday. She was haunted from inside, and the ghosts that tormented her never came out into the light so we could do battle with them.It hurt to see the hurt in her and know I was powerless to help, but I'd been through that once before, even if Rebecca didn't know it, and it ended very painfully. There was no way I wanted to. It’s Caroline, Nick’s sister, I’m worried about. She’s in really bad shape. I had hoped that visiting Nick’s grave would help her the way my visit to Birgit’s grave helped me. It seems to have done the opposite. She’s sleeping now, but she wouldn’t talk, eat, or do anything at all after she cried herself to sleep on the grass by the headstone.”“What did Grandmother say?”“To give her some time. Let her sleep. See if she’ll eat something later. She talked about how difficult death is for the. It was an old man and woman - they couldn't have been younger than 70. She was sitting on the bench with him in front of her, sucking his cock while he encouraged her efforts. He was tall and thin, she was short and kinda dumpy. I stopped to watch, standing in the doorway, close enough to see but far enough not to intrude. These booths are pretty small, really only enough space for two people. He saw me watching and motioned me to join them. I stepped inside and opened my pants, taking out my. Nevertheless, he had other thoughts as I felt his tongue moving up my torso again and to my distended nipples. “Bastard,” I thought to myself as a contraction rippled through the walls of my vagina and his lips encountered one of my nipples. “He is really pushing the boundaries now. If he doesn’t touch me now, I am going to physically force him to,” I thought. With his lips firmly sucking my one nipple into his mouth and his tongue teasing the tip, I felt his other hand easing its way down.