His mom was a brunette, about maybe 32 years old, divorced and was always wearing just a bikini top and cut off jeans. Several times I saw the outline...of her pussy through the material and would go home thinking about it and wishing I could see the whole thing. Anyway, one Saturday night, several of us were over there when Ken's dad called up and wanted to take him to a football game on Sunday so we knew the party was over since he would be leaving to visit his dad. Everybody started walking. "Prepared for the request, Carissa guided Courtney to the full-length mirror that was attached inside the closet inside the bedroom. Courtney stared dreamily at her incredible reflection, admiring the way that the feminine business suit brought out every delightful curve of her body."Oh my..." she said breathlessly.She brought a timid hand to her face, just to ensure that the goddess in the mirror did the same."I'm positively gorgeous." She did a curtsy before the mirror."Do you like it?". I leaned forward and aligned my shoulder against the trunk. I could see how the two broken branches aligned with the scars on my throat and temple. I hugged the tree like a hurtful lover and began to cry. For months I had fought back waves of self pity. I had struggled for strength, and I had shown strength to others, but in my heart I was not strong, not whole, not yet. I had left part of me here, beneath this tree, lying broken in the dirt. Turned from the tree and slowly spinning, I. We did that the entire time, as other cars drove past us in the other direction, and as we passed c***dren and adults walking or just doing nothing outside. I even waved hello to a friend's father with Josh jerking me off and me doing the same to him as he waved hello back to me. I told Josh that doing this was just fine if we couldn't find a safe place to park and do even more than this. He agreed and we decided to slow down our two way jerk fest and to take a few breaks to make sure neither.