I had nobody. I had nothing and nothing was what mattered to me.I did have an ‘82 pickup truck. My part time job would pay—at a bit more than $1,1...0 monthly after taxes—barely enough for me to take care of the rent, utilities, food, gas to get to work. All of it was on me now. I’d be able to scrape by but that would be it.Mike drove me to my place the day after the cremation. I hadn’t been home in some ten days. But, now I was, home that is.I’d been through our apartment and cleaned it out. All. "I felt the right opportunity had arrived. "Is there a reason you have for keeping Flufflepuss fertile?" I asked gingerly. "Do you breed her to other Shelties?" No!" He almost barked. "She's noth'n special, and cut'n on a poor critter ain't right by God. But I don't have to explain my reasons to you." For a second, his words were highly accented. He pulled the door half closed and stepped to block me. Then he plucked the pie tin from my hands. "Good night, Ms. Joyce."I puffed through my nose. In the car I locate a pack of tissues and place one on the seat and lift my skirt as I sit down so as to avoid any chance of marking my skirt should I find myself thinking of Jon again. Of course this leads me to think of my knight in shining armour and to my hand straying to my pussy as I drive. Fearing that the attention that I now begin to pay to my hot pussy will result in an accident on the road, I pull into a stopping area at the roadside, determined to calm and cool down.On an impulse I. “This yo girl?” he asked. “Y-y-yes,” I stammered. “Nice. Real nice. Where she at?”“She’s at school during the week,” Kim replied. “She’ll be home tomorrow.” I stared in awe at the tone of Kim’s voice. She looked back. “Honey, she’s fucking her boyfriend anyway.” My cock began to stir at the thought of it. Both of my women ravaged by Luther’s cock was instantly a new fantasy and I meant to live it out.“Bitch, you ready for round 2?” Luther asked, gently putting the picture back. “I want that.