Then he thought again. Susan also was ostensibly person-centred, but moved to another man when the going became tough and it killed her and little Son...a. His relationship with her had seemed complete and fulfilling, but her love for him was clearly not enough to sustain her loneliness while he worked through his tragedies and coped with the business. He knew he still felt responsible for her death.It was loneliness, wasn't it? Susan was lonely while he was in the middle of his crises. Of course. Now she discovered the truth as she was pummelled twice, and then again. She begged me to stop at the end. Unable to cope with more orgasms – for she had matched me one for one the whole way. She was tired and very happy by the end; and crawled out to the corner to have a piss.Then we all climbed back into bed, smelly from vagina to bollocks to arm pits, snuggled up and fell asleep in a tangle of arms and legs. I dreamt I was fucking an octopus, which was proving surprising fun. When I awoke,. Their total conversation ran like:“You think?” Frank asked quietly, nodding toward the kitchen.Tanya nodded. “I may get up during the night.”“Be careful…” Then a silent kiss was blown across the table. They smiled at each other, aware of their potential danger if their host was the one who had staked out all those poor people.The noise of a wheeled silver cart announced the return of Tommy the Ranger. Three bowls of crumbled sweet bread were set on the table. Then a creamy pudding was ladled. Donna was not too pleased. “How do I cook with no water?” she asked. I took a deep breath and called Becca. “Donna is coming for dinner,” I told Becca, explaining the predicament. Becca was perfectly fine with the invitation. Donna gave me a hug and thanked me for the kindness. “I don’t know how to repay you,” she remarked. “I’m sure you’ll come up with something,” I replied, proffering a wink. I retreated back to the house. Donna came over after about an hour.. The three of us sat and.