Since I was not interested in retelling the story, the kitchen and gatherings of girls I avoided like the Titanic.Luther seemed to be around me more a...d more, I noticed as I did some things about the house. I had calmed down somewhat, and 1988 was going to be here in a day. I finally, really noticed Luther. I was in the basement "the games room". He was there that day watching me and most of you know the look a dog can give you. With those eyes, which tells you, pat me or come here and say hi. I can easily call your image to mind and yet, words never could convey what I see when I look at you. I can list your eye color, but the color never compared to the mischievous sparkle that overtakes them when you are up to no good. The shape of your lips means nothing without the patented smile. Your physical body, while capable of being quite pleasant, has always paled to the essence of you. I had intended to lay quietly and let you rouse naturally, but my memories and wandering hands,. Why?Now restless, I rolled off the bed and paced, my mind racing. Passing the tiny bathroom, I heard sobbing. Without hesitating, I opened the door to find Callie sitting on the tiled floor, arms wrapped around her knees, her face hidden.Something broke loose inside me; compassion, and surprising me, affection. The bathroom was very small. Nevertheless, I sat on the floor next to her and put an arm over her shoulders.“You’re not alone, Callie. I’m here and I’m staying for as long as it. “He really is nine-inches, and almost six-inches in circumference, wow.”“Love you kissing my ass baby, love it, don’t stop,” I moan when George’s fingertip makes contact with my clit after he slides a hand between my legs.When he slides his fingertip up and down my very wet cunt lips with a very excited male and female watching I am really enjoying the moment and being the center of attention.“Is that as good as it looks Alana?, Kay asks. “You really do have a magnificent ass. Your man really.