"No, Erin youdon't understand. Don't you remember what I told you?"She looked at me in panic. I then understood the implications of whatmight have jus... happened. Then it hit me, I might be Erin for good.Tabitha came back in with a bottle of aspirin and two glasses of water."I don't think we did anything." However, she didn't sound veryconvincing."It will be OK; it's not your fault, Kaylee." I felt a little numb,trying to fathom what just happened. Unfortunately, I couldn't agree ordisagree with. Some of that prison attitude for sure effected her way of talking, but It was refreshing to have someone get to the point. I asked her where she lived, and she said Livermore. That was kind of a journey but I could drive out there in about 45 minutes.Sunday night I was talking to her, and got up the nerve to ask her to hang out next weekend. I was so happy when she said yes, and told me she’d have the house to herself Friday night because her mom was going on a trip with her aunt. I said cool. I walked to my bathroom. My pussy still leaking juices as I went. I got to the bathroom sitting on the toilet to pee. His cum seemed to drip from my pussy before I started peeing. This man shot a huge load of cum I thought. I wiped my.pussy with a wet washrag and dried it on a towel. I grabbed another wet washrag and towel. I returned wiping his slimy dick off.I sat beside him telling him that was just what I needed. A good fucking. He told me it was the first sex he had in many months. Kevin. River always wore First Nations costumesthat were given to her by the women in the band who sewed. It seemedto be a mark of pride to have the rivertalker wear an outfit you hadsewed, and River took great care to wear everyone's contributions. Itwas a special honor to have her wear someone's sewing at the Sundayservices, so she had taken great care to never wear from the samedesigner twice. It was pleasing to see the pride in the face of thewoman who had sewn her outfit as she stood in the river.