I walked over to the cab that I should have been driving now but I was no mood to drive tonight. My mother had died a few hours earlier and I did not ...ant to drown my sorrows but I did drown in my sorrows. So I went to my favorite watering hole, drank my seltzer and lime (been sober for five years), while I observed the living, prayed for the dead and wonder which ones were better off. As I started the cab, there was a knock on the window. It was my beautiful, sad princess, so I rolled the. He removed the panties from my mouth and helped me to fix myself, the hot cum still churning and swishing around in me. I was still in a dazed state as he got me dressed and led me out of the store after paying for the lingerie I was currently wearing as well as several others. I’m not sure if the cashier knew what had happened but from the sly look on her face I’m sure she did. We made it back to the car and drove home, his cum still swishing around in my insides, my clitty still in an almost. "It's nice, you'll like it."He drove us right into the city. Everything was made from some weird black rock that was veined with crimson, like fancy marble from Italy. Except it wasn't chiseled or cut, it looked like it was smooth and shiny and wax-like, rising up in tall spindly spires, like great tongues of black flame. I thought it was pretty intense.We pulled up to a door and Elvis waved as I got out. "Hey aren't you coming?" I asked him."Me? No, I gotta get back to Heaven." He smiled. "You. They kissed each other on the cheek and bid each other a pleasant day as Jennie left the apartment for work.And as Jennie sat on the downtown train on her journey she reflected on the chance luck she had been given. She was an upstate girl, new to the city and knew nothing about city life. She had responded to the advertisement on the internet – “Young and feisty girl seeks similar to share accommodation in suburbs.”Jennie and Pippa exchanged emails and photographs until they trusted each other.