’ She wipes my face with her hand. ‘Now you go find yours. I’ll be here.’ She laughs. ‘Probably still unpacking.’ She gives me a second hu... that almost hurts it’s so hard. Then, wiping her face, she starts turning the kitchen upside down. ** ** ** ** ** ** ** The driveway is crowded with cars. Some are familiar. People I once called family. I drive past and park down the street. Slowly I walk up to the big brick house. Always loved this place. I walk past the rock garden. None of the brightly. A couple of us weren’t sure if we’d be welcomed back at home. Everybody sat around talking while I started putting charcoal on my canvas and then laid in broad colors.That moment. Just before I closed my eyes while the recording of Lonnie’s death played in the auditorium. That moment when the first bullet hit. We couldn’t see his face—it was just out of the frame. As soon as the door knocked his stool out from under him, his hands grabbed for the cord around his neck. But before he reached it,. I wanted to be smooth and seductive, and then I thought silly and fun. Do I look like Im having fun? he asks, but the smile is back. He finishes his glass of wine. Come on, sit down. You dont have to stand there. I wont die. I might wish to, but I wont. Its not that. I say in a small voice. Then what is it? he says with some concern. Im afraid youll strangle me if you get your hands on me. He laughs out loud at that, and the motion of the laughter causes him to clutch himself anew, but hes. .me still thinking she might be asleep, but my fears were soon brushed away, as jenny's hand grasped mine, and continued the journey sara had started, towards her pussy.My hand gently ran down her tummy, my head spinning as sara fucked my cock, using it for her own satisfaction, as my hand felt the small line of whispy hair that jenny had left there, the feeling of it going, as i found the top of her pussy, and a tight clitoris, erect and begging for attention.I stroked it in circles, running.