I don’t want you to die.”“Thank you, Ernie,” Granny Parker said feeling a little choked up. She had no idea that he had felt that way about he.... She managed a weak smile and said, “I don’t want to die, either.”Ernie sniffed and rubbed his nose. He said, “There are a lot of kids back at the pizzeria that are worried about you. Is there anything you want me to tell them?”“Tell them that I’ll be okay,” she said.Nodding his head, he asked, “Are you really going to be okay?”“You never know,” she. Sure enough, the hair was missing, and I was sure that my panties had been moved. So it was true; someone had been messing with my dirty underwear, and I knew it wasn’t Mom. Somehow I found that really exciting. I was bold that night. I wore my red thong, my “first date” underwear, as I called it, to bed. I fucked myself hard with my vibrator, leaving the panties on, pulled to one side. Needless to say, they got soaked. I moaned out loud when I came, as loud as I dared. Jitu’s room was next to. “You are getting so turned on. You can feel the need to touch yourself building inside you, can’t you?”Geraldine sighed in agreement as her fingers slid over her stomach and down, sliding over her damp knickers as her hand cupped her crotch.“You try so hard to be a good mother when all you want to be is a slut. To be a fucktoy, to be used without any shame.”“Yesss,” Geraldine groaned. She pulled her stomach in as her fingers slid inside her knickers, trailing urgent needy fingers through her. He didn't sell a lot of cocaine and pot. Typically it was to either old friends, or to girls that he could bang in exchange for his visits. He called it his 'delivery fee.'The girl that had called for this delivery a week ago fit somewhere in between. She'd once shared his bed for a summer fling, and was now an occasional drug buyer. Though she was a buyer without delivery fee, he still occasionally called her for other kinds of favors. Like... when he wanted her help to distract one of his.