She died after a night of drugs, leaving two daughters and is described as a single-mother. Ann’s name shows up twice more, both times being arreste... for prostitution. There is nothing recorded about my other two sisters. Dad and Mom’s obituaries are well documented, in both they mention me as a son. Whoever placed them, must have known about the family, perhaps the newspaper keeps a record. It is worth a try. Returning to reception, I inquire.“Excuse me, but do you keep a record of the people. I rolled my head against his supporting arm and ground down harder on his leg. My eyes flew open as a cry spewed from my mouth, my arms releasing him while my body shuddered between him and the wall."That's it. Good girl."His words buried in my addled brain, making me whimper. The next thing I knew, he was carrying me to the bed. Lifting my sweater off me. Undoing and lowering my pants.I heard his low growl at revealing my lack of panties. And then my own purr when his hands spread my bare. ” “Can I think about it Rachael, it is a bit out of the blue.” Just for a few drinks, Sandra thought, she may be naïve but not that naïve. She was thinking if she went to this party with these two gorgeous men around and her feeling sex-starved, horny and possibly ovulating, she will have to put handcuffs on her angles to make sure her legs stayed together. “Yes, take your time, no pressure,” Robert said, “but I would love it if you could come along.” His brown eyes made contact with Sandra’s.. He remembered when she had fucked him at the dining room table in front of all the other guests, the time when she had a cock in her cunt, in her ass, in her mouth and had a cock in each hand. He also spoke about the special bond that Carol and I had that transcended her wanton ways.He said, "I never met anyone like her."I said, "There is no one like her. She is my whole life."John and Carol came out of the bathroom wearing robes, both of them smiling and a little sheepish. I made us some.