She lost weight. Even having Amelia in her life couldn’t compensate for the void in her soul.She knew it, too. On a Thursday evening, she visited me...and made a strange request.Seating her in the living room, pouring her some Darjeeling tea - she seemed so frail and chilled now - she turned to me on the couch.“Michael, I don’t know if you know this, but I’m the only family Amelia has left. Harold, bless his soul, had no one left on his side after his younger sister passed away. I’m mentioning. "Fuck yeah." You want to fuck me again?" Please!" I don't think so," she said, pressing a finger to my lips. She paused as she came again, soaking the already nasty thong with more of her wetness. "I'm going to fuck you, and if you are a good sport, I might let you cum when I'm finished."Sandy ordered me to get up and go into the bathroom. There, she told me, I would shave. Then I would find an outfit she had bought just for me. I was to put in on and come back into the bedroom and do as. Her calls went unanswered and she noticed the tell tale white cord of his iPod headphones dangling from his ears."Bugger," she said and watched as the lights came on in their lounge room.She threw down the last gulp of Shiraz, ran inside and scooped the laptop, her mobile and her keys up off the kitchen bench, and headed next door.She stood at her neighbours front door for a moment listening at the noises emanating from within the dusty rental. All she could hear was some bad music that seemed. She couldn’t refuse now!So I tried to teach her a bit of salsa. The main reason for doing salsa was that I could put my arm around her and do close dance with her. So we started dancing n suddenly I lifted her n took her in my arms. She got a bit scared but I asked her to relax. She was now holding my arms tightly. I took her to her room as I wanted to see it in the mirror. After doing that I started scaring her that I would throw her on the bed. She caught hold of my shirt so we both fell on.