She’s a grown woman of 27, with a young son and happily separated from the boy’s father. The father is still around and their relationship is much...stronger now that they’re not living together, have got some ‘space’ and have stopped having sex. Emma doesn’t want him back; he doesn’t want her back and the meals and socials that they share are enough for both of them. They’re being adults. They’re being parents. It’s working for them. Emma’s biggest problem, she says, is tiredness. There just. Choices, choices, choices, what to do? I got out my cellphone and made a quick call to Tim over at the Kit Kat. He answered on the third ring and told me that he would call me back in a bit.I headed home figuring that I’d await his call and then give Nancy a call for a quickie good night relaxer. I was barely in the door when my phone rang. Tim, not quite out of breath but sounding a bit winded, was on the line. It seems some kid with a phony ID was making some unwelcome advances to a. "The Mexican girl that comes by tohelp him around the place found him this morning. Apparently he fell andbroke his hip some time yesterday and had been lying there unable to doanything ever since. They had the ambulance by and everything."I felt a chill pass over me. Yesterday. After we'd gone through his yard.I remembered him as I saw him last, shaking his cane at me angrily. Myfault? Had he fallen as he went back inside, unsteady due to being rousedfrom his nap, grumbling angrily about me. I looked at her and she looked hot and bothered. She left to get shaving cream and a razor. Using a mirror, I saw that my lips were coated with moisture and my slit was yawing open and wet.”“When Terry applied the shaving cream, it took all my self control not to moan out loud. To my inexperienced pussy, it felt incredible. She carefully shaved the sides but her hands were back on my outer lips and holding them out of the way so they wouldn’t get nicked by the razor.”“My pussy was throbbing.