I would be packing up the few things, mostly clothes, that I’d brought up to the city, and doing a bit of packing up of things of dad’s that I wan...ed to keep and put into storage somewhere. I did get physical help from Abigail in doing the packing and deciding what to keep and what to give to Goodwill; well, I was wheelchair ridden.I was ready, even anxious, to move back to Tucson.****“Are you sure!” whispered Harriet. There had been no need to whisper. They were sitting amongst a very noisy. Mom's passed out on the couch, empty bottles surrounding her. The smell of beer hits me and I feel my bruised stomach turn. She's fucking disgusting. And it makes me sick that I'm just like her. I can't deal with the problems in my life either. I just wish I wasn't one of her problems. I wish she said my name the way she says Melanie's.I sigh, starting to pick up some of the bottles. "Well, if it isn't little Sammie."Fuck. It's Mom's slime-bag boyfriend of the week, Steve. Every time he looks. .kasito chachchchipotaa’ ani kummusaagaanu..’aammma…abbbaa…aaaaaa..ooooo..dengu dengu’ ani arustundi’ sridevi pooku neeveppudu choosaave?’ annaa’ pedaalu korukkuntoo..’ monna bathroom kellinappudu sallu choosaa’ andi..nenu kasigaa kummutoo’ pisakalekapoyaavaa?’ ani adigaa…’bujji nee maatalato nee kummu to naaku baagaa kasekkipoyindi”….’abbbaaaaaa…ssss…..’ oh..antoo melitirigipotundielaa padite alla vankarlu tirigi potundi..aapakundaa…3 nimishaalu kummesariki mrou gundrnga terichi aaalne ceiling. While I was looking around my eyes stopped on my beautiful aunt laying there sleeping with a thin pink night gown on. I know it was wrong but I just couldnt help myself I moved my hand under her night gown and started to play a little bit on her tiny percky tits and not much longer I felt my boxers rise and got a little braver I then took my hand and slid under her panties and felt a little fuzz and kept feeling around till I found her clit. I finally found it and started toying with it as good.