We each bucked up and down on the others' hand, and in imitation of her I removed mine from her sex and touched it to my own lips, smearing my face wi...h her wetness. She moaned at this and kissed me, licking my face and climbing atop me, pressing her pubis into mine as if in the conjugal act, her fat belly and big round breasts pressing against me, weighing me down. Then she said "I must taste it, I must," and she climbed down between my legs and began to lap at my sex like a cat at its milk. I. I was a bit embarrassed, as she quickly cleaned her mouth and was back into my arms within seconds kissing me as if it was her life source. I could not believe the extent of things my mother was letting me do, and enjoying them as well. While we made out I was fingering her and sneaked my other hand from behind and softly started probing it in her ass. As a response to this she kissed me deeper and shoved her tongue down my throat, I would just grab the opportunity to do anything my mind. ..” She waved her hand at me dismissively again. “You know, carry on or whatever.”I must have continued to stare at her for the next five minutes as she read through the script. I’m sure she noticed. I’m sure she minded. But she didn’t say anything. She ignored me.“If you don’t mind me asking,” I said, “What are you doing in Westmouth?”“I live here.”“But, I thought...?” I shook my head, not sure what I was doing. Was I trying to make small talk with Chloe Goodman?“Thought what?” She looked at. A dull, lifeless, loveless blur. She hated the fact that she couldn’t get over him. She hated anyone that could get behind the wheel of what seemed to be a ton of steel inebriated to the point that they plowed into a man as he jogged on a sunny Saturday afternoon. Every time she thought about the lifeless form lying in the street her skin began to crawl and tears would well up in her eyes. Steffani’s friends and family did their best to bring her out of her funk by visiting unannounced,.