I open the door a bit more and then I see him, peering a little shyly back at me through the screen door. He is a thin man with precise features and t...inkling eyes that immediately draw me in. I raise my eyebrows in a question mark. Suddenly he breaks into a grin. ‘Sinthia?’ His eyes sparkle under the porchlight. I am intrigued yet befuddled. How does this person know my name? ‘Yes?’ His grin expands until his whole face is glowing. ‘I am the basement dweller.’ My mind is racing now. The. ’ I gave one quick moan and went to work. I let my middle finger run between my dripping cunt and found my clit. As I slowly massaged my erected clit, standing there in front of my masturbating lover, I could begin to feel my body losing control. I watched James as he moaned. His eyes were closed now and he was beating himself harder and I knew he was going to blow his load shortly. As I sputtered words of encouragement, I knew I was also going to cum. hard! Suddenly our orgasms exploded. Your stepfather had that tiny Polaroid print encased in that magnificent silver frame, and left it to me years ago in his Will. He found the print when you emptied out our old flat before moving to Las Vegas with the new man in your life, remember your first agent Julius? Jack asked me to keep the photograph in his memory, the only member of your family that bothered to keep in touch with me (through a card and letter each Christmas).I attended Jack’s funeral. I was afraid to breach your. "Choir's done, I guess?" Hi, Jane," said Tommy. "How are you doing?" Mom's here," Jane said to Lisa. "We've gotta go." Okay," said Lisa. She turned back to Tommy and touched his face. "Bye. See you tomorrow."Tommy took her hand and kissed it. Jane turned away."So what was all that about," Jane asked as they started the long trek back to the car."Nothing," Lisa said. She was almost as tall as Jane, but more slender, and took better care of herself; her bronze hair was pulled back in a sleek.