. that up to the sixties he farmed the old-fashioned way -- with horses. Then, he closed down the farm. At that point Alma Chambers threw him out. Whe... I was a kid and would come trick-or-treating, Alma would tell us to get lost. She was a mean old biddy -- in her nineties, and living here with her spinster daughter Virginia. Ginny Chambers wasn’t much nicer.”“I didn’t know either of them,” the realtor said.“Mind if we look around?”“Go ahead.”Adam and Kara began looking over the house. “I love. "Amy..." he sighed, bringing his cockhead to my anus and pushing against me with a steady pressure.I would open for him just fine, there was little doubt of that, and the discomfort was a momentary thing. I'd been fucked a thousand times, since I was a preteen ladyboy in Singapore, working the clubs on Bugis Street, now I was in America. An eighteen year old girl on a student visa, a gift from the Gates Foundation and their charitable efforts to save exploited children like me. That I was. . Courtney a girlfriend? We only fucked.I looked at Mom and tried to mask my thoughts. I couldn't tell Mom that all we did was fuck."I guess so, Mom," I answered. My mind went so many places that I felt like it took forever to answer when it was only a second."I'm glad you two became friends"A friend? Was she my friend? I guess so."Thanks," I said, "It's fun to be with her."I was careful not to say "in her"."Now don't get too close too soon," she said maternally."We're not doing anything. “I mean ... if I’m going to avoid them ... where shouldn’t I go?”“Ah.” I nodded. “I’d avoid Chicago, New York, Boston and the entirety of New Jersey,” I told him. “The Russo family has ... um ... business interests there. Any other questions?”“No sir,” he said distinctly. Then, for the first time, he seemed to notice the dampness between his legs. He touched himself there, raised his hand and sniffed his fingers. “Oh no,” he mumbled. “Oh shit.”I turned toward the door. “When you leave, you.