I had been driving Caitlin back home for several years now, and the stories she told her mother when she got back, about the things we'd done, and the...places we'd seen, made Hannah wish she could be there to do those things and see things too.So she had taken some vacation and, to surprise us, hadn't told us she was going to fly out and bum a ride back with us. She took the Red Eye and her flight arrived at Will Rogers World Airport at four in the morning. She wasn't about to call me up at that. ?May 17, 1995, Dear Hortense.? Soft flowing script; cursive like thekind they used to teach in school; even if she hadn?t included her ownname, it would have been understood immediately that it was written by awoman, as feminine as it appeared. He smiled only a bit and sighed.?He came today. So sad. I don?t know what to say. I can?t imagine achild being more miserable and yet as kind as can be. He even thanked mefor letting him help. I suppose I could manage to get to the storemyself, but then. I remembered my friend who had a similar problem in the past. He eventually resorted to committing adultery and ended up losing his wife and wealth. I also remembered the friend who had given the idea of committing adultery to my friend. He too later on in his life filed for a divorce with his second wife. I quickly changed my line of thinking.After careful contemplation, I chose the old school method of stimulating oneself. I was certain that in time of crisis such as mine, watching. The smell of perfume fills the air and I am completely intoxicated by you and everything about you. You rip open my shirt and take it off me, I can feel you hard fake tits pushing against me. I walk to the bed, throw you down and undo my jeans, you lie back, knowing what is coming, a smile on your face, your legs spread, I kneel and push my tongue in your sweet teen bald pussy, licking your clit tasting your sex, you are so wet from the build up from the day. You grab my hair and pull me up to.