She quickly moved to my lap and kissed me fiercely. Less than a minute later, she straddled me and slowly lowered herself onto me, engulfing me in her...warm, wet folds.We had a slow, sensual screw for the next fifteen minutes, until Abbie lifted off and moved next to me. She turned and bent over the bench so that I could take her from behind, pounding her hard until we both had explosive orgasms. That was Abbie’s favorite way to end things, though I much preferred being able to look into her. Then the black girl parked her new Hyundai close to where a Mexican-American model was standing and repeated the tag: ‘I got mine at Cortez Motors.’ This was repeated through another couple of minority actors. “This is fine for a thirty-second spot, or we can cut out a segment or two and make it a fifteen-second spot.”“Yes, that’s more in line with what we want,” Cortez said.Jack nodded but said, “But that’s not what you really want.” Don’s eyes popped open at that, but Cortez and Henry looked. “Hi dear. How do you feel?” I was pretty annoyed to be honest. Didn't love when I was interrupted in the process. Without waiting for an answer, my mother continued: “Aunt Rebecca asks for help.” In fact, she was not my aunt, just what my mother called her. Rebecca has been a close friend of our family for a very long time. She often stayed at our house and I had a pretty good relationship with her. Well, almost like with a real aunt, except for the fact that sometimes I got pretty horny. CHAPTER ONE ‘Happiness serves hardly any other purpose than to make unhappiness possible.’ – Marcel Proust Alma Baines glanced out of the window of her kitchen briefly, she could have sworn she saw movement in the shadow of the apple tree that dominated the back garden of the three-bedroom, semi-detached house she shared with her husband. Probably next door’s cat again, she thought to herself as she brushed an errant lock of her shoulder length, strawberry blonde hair from her eyes, then.