We were actually sophomores when it happened. Eddy and I had been buddies for years and we'd both taken opportunities to spend the night at each other...s houses from time to time. It was in about the eighth grade timeframe that I really began to notice Angie and to appreciate how lucky Eddy was to have such a gorgeous and sexy mother.Angie must have been in her mid-30s when I began to notice her. That made sense since my buddy and I were both 15-16 and she'd probably had him when she was around. Just like Im making you feel good, Sara softly breathed into her daughters ear as she let a hand slide up to her daughters taut nipple. The tip of a red fingernail circled the pink nub with deliberate patience while her sons breathing quickened with his fathers fingers. Joy pushed her ass back into her moms wet pussy and felt the wetness on her exposed cheeks. Ewwww! Mommy! Did you pee yourself!? the little girl cried as her mother gently pinched the nipple encased by the red nails. Joy jumped. Music My fingers were blistered. I was drenched in sweat and I was happy. The last notes faded, washing across the arena and I looked across the sea of bodies, blue lights waving back and forth in a hypnotic, surreal sway. I looked offstage to my left. She was smiling. She blew me a kiss and at that, I hammered into the encore with that familiar fat sound. The band kicked in and we soared. Water She stared at the painting. He’d done her in oil, a classic pose. Those were good times, when they. Her eyes are a cash register. That was the something missing from my life. You know, where you picked up the story of me. When I was in the shower after I’d fucked Millie in the ass? I wanted a girl who loved me. I didn’t care if she was a contract killer. Who am I to judge? Millie doesn’t love me. And never will. For Millie, I’m just sex, money and protection. I’m convenient. But it’s not love. Of course, Millie wouldn’t try to kill me but that only added a frisson of excitement. Lots of.