" I promise you right now Sandra, that I will never let any of them ever touch you." Sean got a lot of mom's and my paintings back from that horrible ...oman from the orphanage. She was the one who had our house robbed. I also have all my papers and mom's important stuff she had locked up in the small safe she carried with us to Mexico. I don't think they ever figured out how to open it because there are hammer marks all over the top of it and around the hinges. Everything that was important to. She found herself one minute thinking what nonsense it was, then, in the next blink, wondering who it might be. What really bothered her was that she was sure that Roger wasn’t having her on, that he believed what he was telling her, and, so far at least, all he had told her in that tone had come to be. So while she had no desire to fuck the delivery man or anyone else, she was beginning to have doubts that she wouldn’t.After the dishwasher was loaded and the bed was made, Jen’s mind was a bit. I couldn’t hurt a gorgeous lad like him. He was beautiful. And anyway, I don’t fight. I couldn’t fight my way out of a paper bag. I’m not like most lads on my estate. If anything, I’m more like them peace-loving moshers.I gave a tut.“Come here. What you like you? How am I supposed to spank your bum when you’ve not pulled your jeans down?”And I pulled his jeans down over his bum. He just stayed there on his hands and knees and let me do it. And I pulled his white underpants down over his bum.. I was annoyed for the rest of the night and part of Sunday but as the evening wore on and I drank most of a bottle of nice red wine as I watched TV the thought of two young guys stripping me and fondling my private parts while I was fast asleep began to turn me on. I know it shouldn’t…but it did. When I went to bed I put some Soul music on and began stroking my body in the way I imagined they had….stroking and squeezing my 34c boobs until they hurt; then running a hand through my hairy pubes.