For some of mine, that was the edges of a druggie lifestyle. Got into that. Got dragged down bad.Coming out of it – rehab – the second time, I re-...ead Cindy’s letters. How did she get where she’s at while I, her mom, am as close to rock bottom you can be and still have a pulse?So I decided to change my stupid ways. Got rid of the “bleached blonde” hair, the troweled-on makeup, the cigarettes (REALLY hard!), stopped drinking, bought some respectable clothing, and made the most difficult decision. In fact Wayne married my cousin Cindy and they have a young daughter, Lil deb (Debbie), she is a very cute and sweet girl, (I suppose I have always had a thing for young girls), I would come over to their place pretty regularly and hang out and drink some beers BBQ and hang out in there Jacuzzi, they have a very private back yard.I love being there around bath time, lil deb would come out and say goodnight still naked, I couldn't help but admire her young body especially how her pussy lips had. I stared at him.He rocked back in his chair again. “What’s wrong?”I threw back my head and laughed, hating the sound of my crone’s voice. “What’s wrong?” I said. “Oh, nothing that five years of lying can’t fix. Or thirty years of youth, whichever comes first.” And I looked down at the table again, waiting for the accusations, waiting for him to get up and leave.Instead, he drew my hand to his mouth and kissed it. “Janet, I don’t know what the trouble is, but we have always been there for each. I tried my best to say "thank you" through my friend's dick. I will always be grateful to his help, and will always serve his cock. While my buddy Marc held his cock down my through, another guy took his place behind me, preparing himself to invade all the new found territories. The second cock slid in a lot easier prelubed with a load of cum and didn't feel nearly as bad as the first. It actually felt good, as if it was filling a void in me. As if it was completing me. I soon felt my friend's.