This issue had come to light when Dexter had had a conversation with someone at the steakhouse he frequented. A man who had been with a company for tw...nty years, had been shocked to discover that he didn’t have nearly the benefits that he had believed. Several of the plans had changed over the years, while some things had been dropped. Others had been added, without him being signed up for them. He hadn’t been aware that he had to enroll in some of the new benefits.The company the man worked. Behind them, ahead of them, everywhere and everything was doom. So she laughed and laughed. Perhaps out of desperation or enlightenment, the other villagers started laughing with her. As they laughed, they realized that the bandits chasing them seemed farther and farther away while the summit appeared closer and closer. In absurd laughter, they sang, danced and marched up the mountain. Even though doom was everywhere, they had to celebrate what life they had. Love was professed, love was. I mean really. Really! You don't know how bad we feel. Listen, I want you to come over for dinner and the pool this weekend. Don and I want to get our friendship back on track, you know. We both feel bad. My poor husband was devastated by what you said. It shook him up so...oh, he was humbled, all right." I'll have to think about this." I love playing hard to get."Well, I'm just giving you a heads-up. Expect a call from him. And believe me, Ray, I really am sorry. I know that we took you for. I was twenty years old and she was barely older than me.She was also erotically fascinated with my body; I knew it…"Have you done this before, Auntie?" I asked."Not in a long time, babe… ask your mommy…” She smiled.Her fingers caressed me with a constant, vertical motion, my pussy oozing clear, warm lube as if on command. Martha painted my labia with it, maintaining a slow and steady motion. I felt like I wanted to push my hips into her fingers, but the amount of pressure she used was perfect..