She’d opened up a bottle of Smirnoff Blue and poured herself three fingers. I sat on the bed next to her and she laid a few pillows behind us for pr...pping up. I had not closed her door so Woofer could come and go. She’d put on a comfort movie, an old favorite of her, Monster’s Inc. The short cartoon of the birds was her favorite and she laughed hysterically when the feathers all drifted to the ground. I felt better about her laughing and ate thoughtfully. Trin lived life with gusto, and ate. One taloned hand pressed against his chest, where his triple hearts felt as if they were being squeezed by an invisible hand. He sank breathless to the floor.“Nooo!” Sensing her mother’s deadly intent, Bells flung herself between them, wrapping her arms tightly around Eigis, pressing his head down against her shoulder, hiding him from that terrible gaze. “No, don’t kill him Mother! Please!”Trembling badly from escaping his own death by mere seconds, the demon allowed her to hold him. He did not. He started going to our room which was alloted on the 7th floor. We both were alone in the lift, and Amit didn’t waste a second. He groped me again and started smooching me really hard. My pussy was already dripping with the thrill of enjoying with another man other than my husband.As soon as we entered our room and locked the door, Amit pushed me against the wall and started kissing my neck. He grabbed my hair hard and squeezed my boobs from over the dress. He started licking my bare shoulders. The round I had was mostly older women who had lost theirHusbands. Although I have never been the most social of people my roundforced me to become more out going as most of the old folk like to chatand since I was often the only company they got, I always took time outfor a chat with them.The last drop on my round was in usually in the flats right across thestreet from my goddess's corner shop. It was for Mrs Wilmslow, ayouthful if somewhat masculine looking 60 year old former cruise.