We would tell her the truth some day, that her mother had been killed in an accident and Olivia adopted her.On one Saturday I had to work and left the...pickup home for Olivia to use. I had gotten rid of Sheila's car shortly after her death. I drove Olivia's car to work that day so she could use the truck to move a few things. What I didn't realize was I forgot to leave the key to the truck for Olivia to use.I never got around to having a second key made. I figured Olivia would be mad at me when. Since the automobile accident that had injuredher and killed her best friend, Brenda had been forced togive up her independent lifestyle, hoping that given timeher body would recover and she'd at least be free of thepain. The doctors had said that was possible; they hadn'tlooked optimistic, but they said with time and care, it waspossible.She started patting the night table by her bed; searchingfor the medication she had been prescribed. Finding somebottles, but not the all-important. She felt herself pause when she was on the brink of spiraling upwards. She desired that pleasure; she needed that relief. At first she tried to move his mouth where she wanted its touch; his only response was to tense his muscles. She should have learned by now that this man couldn't be pushed. Her body tensed as well, but to no avail. Her muscles began to ache, but still he held her a little bit on this side of the point of release.If he couldn't be moved, she would move herself. She pressed. I knew exactly as I used to see her bra every time after she washed it and put up on the wires to dry them up in the night. I never used to talk to her much before this incident. But whenever I got a chance, I never left the opportunity to get the beautiful sight of her assets. Now coming back to the incident, it was a normal night when everybody else had slept and I was busy in my fantasy land with all my clothes off and her black bra rubbing hard on my shaft. All of a sudden, I heard the.