Our passion continued to increase, as the intensity of our kisses grew and I found myself unbuttoning her top to stroke the subtle roughness of the la...e beneath it, as I cupped and stroked her breast through her bra, moving my kisses down to her neck. As my face gently nuzzled her bra, I tried moving my hand downward, stroking her thighs and up under her skirt to cup and squeeze her ass. She reciprocated by unbuttoning my shirt as well, stroking my chest with her hands and circling my nipples. ?What do you needfrom me??Justice shrugged and handed over the blue figurine. ?Bobbie can explainit all to you, she will have the time.??What is this for?? Rach asked impatiently.Justice chuckled as the room brightened with a warm glow. ?You willunderstand soon. You merely have to be Faye?s girlfriend. Since you loveher, I need not ask much. You can keep an eye on her matron.??Matron???Yes, another like me, one called Lust. Faye can explain better than Ican. I will leave you to wake. Some. The weird thing—this amazing woman was usually right.Not much is known about Aunt Bessie during her first year; but then the story picks up when she meets her future husband.The story goes when she first met him; she mistakenly thought he was one of the Baker boys, one of the sons of a family of wealthy farmers who lived in the area.Well, what can I tell you? Her future husband, Desmond, though poor as one of Job's turkeys, was one handsome man, a hard worker, and a gentle guy. Besides, he. Heather went fucking crazy, as she often does. She got an entirely new hairstyle ... for running. She bought several lycra outfits in extremely loud colors and two pairs of the cutest, least suited for running, shoes I have ever seen.“I gotta have those,” she whined. “They match the outfit.”I think I did mention that Heather’s mental stability was questionable, didn’t I?So anyway, there were a few expected results, and a few unexpected ones too.Under expected results, let’s mark down the fact.