I’m doing ok, but still having custody problems with my ex. So my stress is high and I’m depressed 90% of the time. I work nights and sleep days, ...o no one really sees my emotional turmoil.. Elizabeth knows only because we are always talking and encouraging eachother to do better. So, last Monday night I’m just about to climb in bed to power nap before my night shift. My phone beeps and I read a text from Elizabeth, “Are you home?” I replied with “Yes” and waited for a response. My phone than. She was a stay at home mom whose k**s went to school and who’s husband rode a train into the city early in the morning and didn’t come home till late at night. She had an okay figure for having had a couple of k**s-probably because she was still young (she had her first at 17!). But most importantly, I caught her doing what I see most women doing out of the corner of my eye: taking in my killer rack. 48 double Ds in case this is your first story of mine. When I called her up I simply. With one hand I’m pulling and playing with one of my nipples making it point out hard and erect, While my other hand is running the vibrator slowly down between my breasts as it buzzes away nicely hmmm down and down the vibe goes but just as I got to my pussy I stop and look up at the door.“Slave, now you understand one thing. If you ever make me wait this long again this will be as close as you ever get to me” I say with an evil grin on my face.“Now beg me to let you in slave”After only a. But at lunch i didn't end up having a good day. i had sat down in a eighth graders seat and he chose to beat the living hell out of me. he didn't even talk to me. when Vince noticed it was me, he jumped in and got the kid off me. after lunch Vince wanted to ditch our last class so we did i told him where i lived and we found out we lived 1 block away from each other. but when we were walking he talked about this painkiller he could use because he noticed my discomfort. before i got to say.