Zetsa also was not ignorant of the identity of the woman in front of her. After she read Zax's letter, her expression grimaced. At first she was angry...at him for leaving without asking her opinion in person, or at all. But afterwards she understood his attitude by acknowledging the importance of a breakthrough. Even more so after she talked with Anet and understood why he would be anxious to get stronger.Later, from Anet, other than learning what happened to her, who was the perpetrator and to. In my head I was able to picture them clearly. You see we have all seen each other nude at different points in time so the mental image wasn't hard for me to conjure up. In my head she was on all fours getting it from behind. At this point I noticed that I was starting to get wet. I shifted around a few times to try and help it but I just ended up making things worse. In order to distract myself, I unmuted the television and went back to watching Dateline. The noise didn't completely drown out. I kind of liked it.He shifted in his seat and went on. “I also discovered there were quite a few guys who liked to give blowjobs, and I loved it as much as I had when I was sixteen. A little later, I found out a lot of those guys liked getting fucked in the ass, and I liked that even more. Fucking an asshole is different than fucking a pussy, but saying it’s different isn’t saying it isn’t as good, at least in my opinion.”He stopped and sat looking at me, this time obviously waiting for me to. She was getting down on her health as I understood it and went to live with her daughter.For this reason, she sold the house really cheap, about one-hundred-and-fifty grand, which is not bad considering the ten acres of land and the three-thousand square foot home. The house is two stories and completely furnished, mostly with old antique furniture.I write this to document the strange occurrences going on in this house since I moved in. I never was one to believe in ghost stories or anything of.