It finally hit me. I’d never had a chance to grieve for my family. I’d had to jump straight in, arrange the funerals, deal with the insurance, and...try to save the company. Plus, I never had anyone to grieve with. Every one close to me was gone. Kim acted sympathetic, but I could sense she never really gave a rat’s butt about it.Now, twenty months later I sat here, surrounded by families I’d known since childhood, the friends I’d made here, the friends my parents had made. Plus I now had Carrie. But of course, I expected no such opportunity to present itself. I was just a middle-aged woman, who had given birth to 3 kids, and had the body to prove it. I was no “barbie-doll” like I always saw T—- with at social events, and I’m sure that was his type for “playtoys”. We talked a little at the Meet and Greet. He didn’t “seem” like a multi-platinum C&W music star. He seemed more like the guy who towed away my last POS car — but a lot better looking, and wayyy more muscular. Some folks. And if you found a gun, with my fingerprints on it, it was probably not even the gun used in the murder. If it was the same gun, I was mentally ill and was having a break down when I shot him.Throw it all at the wall, and something will stick.I just told her that I'd pay for the expediting and that triple the filing cost was ok. Just have them by Thursday at 3 p.m. She said okay. I was getting tired of all the extra expense of all this. I wasn't making Carbunkle money after all.On Wednesday, I. .. maybe just this once it would be alright," she said laughing, just a second before I lifted her up and dropped her on my fullness. "Oh Gaaawd yes," she moaned as her channel opened for me, lubricating me as I penetrated.Still embedded in her fully, taking her with me I dropped to my knees and then onto my back, and as I saw Rod approach Clara, his prick in his hand, I pulled her cheeks wide apart and lightly stroked her anal hole before Rod positioned himself behind. I both heard and felt.