We go on trips together, sex and cuddle daily, we were planning on having a k** soon too. I helped pay for her education as well, her family and i are...super close they treat me better then my blood family. But for some reason though last few months shes been getting distant, and i tried to talk to her about it but she just yelled at me with some bs argument. She also keeps going out with her friends several times a week and coming home at like 2 am hammered as fuk and just crashing on the. Long story short, El Diablo was actually concerned enough to get me some protection in the form of one very hunky piece of man-meat named Red. Never did ask why he was named Red, seeing as he was more bronze then red. When a guy’s got ‘Evil Fuck’ tattooed on his knuckles, you don’t ask too many personal questions. Or even make eye contact. “Red’s going to be staying with you until this shit blows over, Blondie,.” Dave announced in a tone that didn’t make me too comfortable about arguing.. Now I'm back for my mom and dad's funeral. They died in a fiery car crash on their way home from seeing my younger sister in Olean, New York. They lived in Jamestown almost all their lives and in the same house since I turned seven. It was a hundred year old house with two floors, an attic, and a basement. The stairs were narrow, barely two feet wide and very steep. My bedroom in the attic was very small only six by eight feet with slanted ceilings due to the roof. My younger sisters and. I was still pulsating when you bent and cleaned me, kissing and drinking the juices. Now my hand moved under your sun dress. Still reeling from what had just happened my hand went high on your thigh. As it moved upward you moaned and opened your legs. Wiggling on the couch you let the dress move all the way up allowing my hand full access. Your panties were soaked as I started teasing the opening with my finger. My fingers found your clit and you began to move and moan. Changing my position to.