Her mental images of Matt were conflicted, to say the least. A strong, lingering image, the one that had led her to marriage, was as a substitute for ...he father she had lost. But then there was Matt expecting sex, validating the worst of what Marie had taught her about men.As if that was not confused enough, the image of him crying in the other room after sex one night and the rag filled with his spend next to the couch where he had slept instead of with her on their wedding night would never. And whenever I've spoken withthem - 'cause I run into them in like, the strangest fucking places, andlike we've had some legit conversations - they've never offered theirnames. Totally weird, right? I probably could find out but like, I kindalike the mystery, y'know? Anyway, like, in my head the tall one is Unaand the short one is Otra, but that's not to their faces, 'kay?Regardless, Dee Dee, I don't think you'll be talking with them much.They're not super chatty when they work, especially if. I had to grab the end of my little cock to stopfrom getting my juice on thse things, with it running down my hand as Itried to keep it from dripping I had licked it off my hand. It had allseemed like a strange dream, I cleaned everything up and didn't dressagain for years, until college.When I found the house in my third year, the owner needed to rent itquick, the last renters had bailed, probably on the run with all theirthings left behind, he didn't have time to clean it himself, he had. ’ Wendy’s smile suddenly turned to tears and loud sobs. ‘And now I find that once more, I was deluding myself. That rat bastard never loved me! He loved his career selling guns more than he loved me. And now he betrayed me with that red- headed bimbo SLUT!’ Wendy shrieked. Jane hugged Wendy tight. ‘There, there. Brad and I will SHOW you what REAL love is. You WILL be loved from now on. Not to mention completely and thoroughly fucked several times a day,’ Jane grinned. Wendy stopped sobbing, and.