We spent the next 6 or 7 hours going over every single detail and decimal point not once stopping for a break. At some point during the day she took o...f her jacket and for the first time I realized that she actually had a very nice body. Every now and again I would catch my self staring at her breasts and wondering what she looked at undressed. Finally at the end of the day she stood up and announced that she would be back at the same time tomorrow to review the rest of the accounts and and. And the boy looked down at his bong, like a kid who had just had his candy stolen from him, then back up to Elizabeths saving grace. Youve had enough for tonight, eh? he said, snatching the bong from the obviously younger boys hands. It wasnt long before Frankie scurried off elsewhere. The other young man turned and faced Elizabeth, smirking at her. His skin was sun-kissed, his muscles defined. His hair was short and dark, face clean-cut with a strong jaw. And his eyes were like emeralds set. I really didn't want to get into a discussion of my sister taking it up the ass from a married man so I just made up a story about trying to determine which of the concoctions would make anal sex more comfortable.She giggled and asked me,"Are you suggesting we do some comparison testing just to make certain?"I was in a box of my own making and started to put a healthy glob of the blue bottle goo all over my stiff rod and rubbed it up and down Zelda's sensitive crack. She was primed for some. But it really hadn’t been something I’d ever considered. When my husband Jason died, as far as I was concerned that was the end. It was just me, my two children, Rosie eleven and Sam seven, along with Toffee our ginger cat. The three of us against the world.It’s been just over three years now. Three years since I received the phone call from Jason’s boss telling me that he’d been rushed to the hospital. The memory of that manic dash across town and into the intensive care unit gives me.