Now with her arms spread-eagled, Barbara had her nose on the carpet as she cried her eyes out. “Please stop, my darling,” Andy whispered. “Pleas... tell me what’s wrong. Please?”They could all feel Barbara just give up. In some way it was more disturbing than her resistance had been. Motioning to the others, she got off Bobbie’s back, then took one of her hands and turned her over. Lifting her up, Andy was sitting on the floor with her back to the bed and held Bobbie in front of her. Wrapping her. It was sort of a last line of defense in terms of rental property because of being directly on the same level as the elevated subway line that rumbled with irritating regularity every eight minutes going either north to the hinterlands of the Bronx or down into the bowels of the city and the chaos of millions jammed together in forced harmony.Now my grandfather was working in City Hall in a job that was a bit of a mystery. All he had to do all day was sign dozens of official-looking documents. He jerked his eyes open and saw his sister, standing by his bed. Her eyes were on his dick, which was still hard, and the mess of cum on his stomach."Lacey, what the fuck are you doing in here? You're supposed to knock", he yelled as he tried to cover himself. To his surprise, Lacey jerked the covers away, leaving him exposed. "Oh, shut the fuck up, Anthony. I don't think you're in any position to talk about what I should be doing", she said.He began to feel embarrassed and tried to justify it.. ”That got a delightful laugh. I say it with sincerity because it is true.After that we talked space and costs, the new place was bigger and $100 a month less. I told her it was a two story house in the middle of the block with 3 bedrooms upstairs. Both were big selling points, she thought that was safer because shooters always shot low, and a thief did not like to climb noisy stairs. The same for rapists. Actually, rapes, break-ins and drive-bys were not an issue. I knew the grannies would tire.