Her eyes were bright and the conversation was short and full of wit and laughter. I learned that her name was Phyllis we were almost the same age and...she lived one street down from me and a few houses over. I made sure to go by her house on the way home so I could see which one it was. I made going by her house a regular part of my evening run. I was hoping I could catch a glimpse of her.One fine summer evening while my GF was at work I ran by and she was in her front yard watering her. Could she even make a new life? She had moved to a new city, begun a new job, even changed back to her maiden name. But she could still feel him everywhere. At night she would lay crying, never knowing whether she would ever love again. But, so slowly it passed without notice, one day became two, two days became a week, and weeks became months. Before she knew it, a year had passed and it was the anniversary of that fateful night. She headed to his graveside, ready to say a final goodbye to a. Our eyes locked and a smile was exchanged. Ihad and instant hard on, which was now being covered by my math book. Even though our lockers were next to each other, I didn't see Seanuntil right before lunch,. I was putting my books away when he came upfrom behind me and pressed his crotch into my ass. I pushed back grindingmy ass into his body, hoping to feel a part of his fat cock against my ass.I turned and almost kissed him right there. He stepped back and looked meup and down. . I think those visits had finally gotten through to her. Since then, she had actually been thinking and working toward a future she wanted instead of assuming I would hand it to her.“That’s good,” I said before taking a sip of wine. “What’s that got to do with Aunt Kelly and the election?”She took a tiny sip of wine and then smiled at me. My heart melted a little. She reminded me so much of her mother.“I know I can fly on my own and probably learn more, faster, than anywhere else, but I’m.