Jennifer. Courtney. We'd all been there. For the first time, I realized Debbie and Dorothy must have been close enough to see their sister shot.I'm so...fucking selfish.All I thought about was that I should have died instead of them. That I was the survivor. That I was the one who couldn't do anything. It was all about me. TK had to be feeling the same things. And I'd done nothing to help the others. They were the ones who had planned the memorial garden. They'd dug the bed for the River of Life.. She did not have to be told twice what he wanted her to do. Lips would wrap about him, as she sucked his length down her mouth and into her throat. “Yes. Oh, Beth. That feels so good..” He whispered, placing a hand gently on the back of her neck, not keeping her there, but reminding her exactly who was in charge. His other hand would travel down towards Beth’s unused rear hole. Her eyes would go wide as a single finger slid deep into her. It was only a moment before he withdrew his finger and. After watching her in a scene with another woman, I felt really weird and distracted at dinner. I tried to be cool about it, but I was hyper aware of her body and what she looked like and felt like under the sundress she wore, as I tried to carry on normal conversation. Dad was clueless. But, I could tell she saw that something was going on. She handled it with typical understated poise and I ducked away as fast as I could.But, now I couldn't shake my curiosity. I slipped out of bed in the. With her silent consent given he turned her around and pushed her up against the hallway wall. Leaning close to her and kissing the back of her neck. His hands were exploring her body, even though they were new to each other it seemed that each kiss and touch of his hands he knew where to go and what would turn her on. It was making her wild as he nibbled on her earlobe. His breath in her ear, silently saying desire.As his hands traced up her legs her moans broke the silence. With each pass of.