Some of the boxes are very familiar. I carried them, just under my nose, up the stairs. ‘You’ve been saying that for weeks.’ Mom laughs. ‘And ... probably will be for months to come. I have a lot of stuff to go through.’ We walk around unopened boxes and into the kitchen. All the cabinet doors are open and there are three open boxes labeled ‘Kitchen’ on the table. A black garbage bag full of bubble wrap and newspaper lies nearby. She picks up a souvenir glass from one box and, shaking her head,. We didn’t know how to handle it. We became closer as we talked about the changes, telling each other about the different things we were feeling - when we bathed - or undressed in our rooms with the door locked.“Soon, we were doing these things together, just like we had when we were small girls who didn’t know we’d one day have boobs and hair on our pussies.”“So, you talked and told secrets ... and even maybe showed each other?” I asked.I knew how that worked, though I never talked to a friend. She was a lil disappointed when he got up off the couch, she was just begining to really enjoy herself. But her disappointment soon changed to understanding as he lifted her In his arms and began to carry her down the hall. Just in the time it had taken him to carry her down the steps she went from damp to soaked. She couldnt think of anything but how much she wanted him. Before he could react she reached out and pulled him down onto the bed with her. She kissed him hard as she began pulling. The thought was too much and she started to pull herself up off the hood of the car, hoisting herself up by his shoulders so she could grind herself to completion on his pole. "You're such a hot slut, Mrs. Benson. Do you like fucking me?" He groaned his last into her. Without hesitation she gave in as she climaxed on his big tool. "Yes! Yes! You're cock is so big! I can't believe it fit inside me! Thank you for fucking me! Thank you… thank yooouuuuu!!!! Awww fuck me!"As Tara's big finale came.