A blessing in a real thick disguise? Before the Nelsons, I would have called it all a blessing, and never thought twice about it.“But then the Nelso...s happened, and part of me feels it flipped back to a curse. A curse I wouldn’t trade for anything, because of Donna, Abby, and my step-parents ... but when I dream of drowning and torture ... or even when they wake me up and tell me I was dreaming of the fire ... hard to feel all that blessed.”Susan smiled, and said, “Sounds like you’ve got a good. As the daughter of one of the town's prominent businessmen, she was used to being treated with a certain respect.She looked around for people from her group. What few there were in the bar where equally besieged. She tried to head for one of them. The crush of Africans was thick. She could feel them pressing against her. Hands seemed everywhere. She tried to avoid them but whenever she turned hands seemed to accidentally touch, or not so accidentally touch.To brush her bottom, her waist, her. My host moaned as he leaned forward dug his fingernails into my hips and with one long slow push slid his full length inside of me. I uncontrollably shouted, Holy Shit that hurts!” My words seemed to echo off the canyon walls of the lake cove and drift across the water in every direction. At first I wondered if anyone had heard me but soon I didn’t care. I grunted out loud at the sheer size of the organ inside me, slowly sliding in and out ,as my body adjusted to the mass. Soon my grunts. .. well ... yeah. I looked through the kitchen doorway and saw Janelle laughing with my sister at whatever show they were watching. I wish Sarah would go somewhere so I could get some. I should probably go over and talk to Cara, but it was still early. Speaking of that, ever since last night, I've felt a slight stirring in my gut whenever I thought of Cara. I don't know what it is, but I don't like it. Could this be love or something? I wouldn't know because my lukewarm conscious no longer.