This is not erotic, just sad. I hope you read and can feel what i felt, what I still feel. I Hope you enjoy. ********* How could I describe it? How co...ld I even call it ‘it’. It was magical when it seemed like the magic was gone. It was wonderful, when there was nothing more to wonder. I sat on the hard carpeted floor with my back against the couch. The TV stared at me from my right, angled around the corner. The sound blared, the picture moved, but I was no longer paying attention. Katrina was. But as I was coming off the trail behind their house, my resolve began to weaken. I continued though, half hoping no one would be there and I would go back home and finish what I'd begun. There was a brand new window with an orange and black sticker on it over the kitchen sink. I moved to my right until I could see part of the driveway around the garage and saw Mr. Walker's brown Chevy 4x4 loaded with tools and building materials. My stomach twisted and I had that lump again. I panicked and. They made a home together and lived very happily, or at least he thought, for fifteen years. They had one child together, a boy that lived with his mother. He got to see him on some holidays, and usually for a few weeks in the summer. When they were divorced, she remarried quickly, and moved out of state. He made excuses to himself that he was just too busy to get involved with someone, or he would start dating next year, maybe. The fact of the matter was that Greg was a little shy, and very. Without saying a word he reached behind my head, grabbed my hair and pulled me over to the wall. "Kiss me you fuckin' bitch" he demanded and immediately started to kiss me hard. Soon he began to lick at my lips and mouth with his tongue and I followed and began to tongue him as well. For several minutes we kissed this way until his hand went down and he began to caress and then squeeze my tits really hard. Before I knew what to do he was pulled off me by a second man and I now saw that this.