I hated seeing my golfing buddy so down. As I swung onto Palo Alto Street, I decided to stop by and see if I could figure out what was transpiring by ...alking with Heather. She always seemed like a rational person, so I had to hear her side of things. Heather answered the door, sporting the same attire she had on early in the day. “Can we chat?” I asked. “Come on in,” she replied, opening the door to the house. I stepped in and Heather closed the door behind me. I followed her into the living. Nicole still under her sister as she sucked and nibbled on her sisters perk little titties. Phoebe was getting more vocal as her orgasm closed in on her.“Yes yes yes. Fuck me harder!” She demanded.“Harder. Harder. Hardeeeeerrr” she cried out the last one as a long almost scream as she came. Her head bucking right back as she struggled to keep herself up. She somehow managed too as her body shuddered under the intense pleasure. I slammed myself a few times harder into her before pulling out. As. "Will you help me to become like you?" Laura asked."Well not exactly like me but I hope that in time you will become a modern girl like me," she smiled."Dinner is served," I shouted loading up the serving dishes. "Dinning room everybody. Sally please take a tray."Soon we were all eating the food. "You are a good cook," said Sally to me."I try," I blushed."No honestly this is very tasty," she returned. My wife and Laura agreed. "Well they say that men do make the best chefs," I laughed.The meal. There was heavy scarring in the power center of her heart where the asshole had been emotionally abusing her for months. He could tell that she had tried to heal it."He told me he didn't know what he ever saw in me." She squeezed both eyes shut and took a deep breath. "He told me he never wanted to see me again." And you didn't have any place to go," he supplied. His fingers slid down to the cradle of her hips where her personal shields and spirit normally sat. Screaming spiritual pain lanced.