He deeply kissed my lips as his fingers explored my soft skin. He moved lower to my neck, kissing and softly sucking me there. Slowly, he unlaced the ...ront of my bustier. His fingers felt the soft, full roundness of my breasts and then replaced his fingers with his mouth. I let out a sigh as he moved his lips down to my stomach. His hands were going up and down my hips, thighs, and legs. He unhooked the garters, carefully removed my stockings, and lifted the garter skirt from my waist. I felt. The next few years were difficult to say the least. Karen was a beautiful c***d and she seemed the one thing I had left in the world. It wasn’t until a number of years after when Karen started nursery that I felt some of my old spark return. Friends that I knew had moved on or away and I had become isolated in my own world. I met another single parent through Karen’s attendance at nursery called Alison Dalton who had divorced her adulterous husband three years earlier. Karen had a little boy.. As long as they didn't hold noisy parties or failed to take care of the property, I was fine with that. When I told my parents about it, my mother was quite worried that the two neighbours would try and "convert me." Dad and I had a good laugh about that later, well out of Mom's hearing.I scrounged enough furniture to have the basics, including a single bed for the second bedroom. I could see Kenny eyeballing it, thinking it would suit him, but I made sure he would be paying for the privilege.. Only now on the third day did she find signs of human settlement. First a path and later she saw a small settlement. She could hear and see people. The group of people she saw were clothed and talking. Naked she would attract attention, so she hid in the forest and listened to the strangers.She understood every single word they said. She even had the feeling that these people from the country knew their own language less well than she did. Still, it was not her mother tongue. Her thoughts were.