Sometimes, it was all I could do, to look at her and not start crying. She was so lovely, and it really bothered me that she could never honestly retu...n the love I felt for her. I was doing my best to go back to thinking of her as just an ornament, but I wasn't close to being there yet."Tell Emay I said she is welcome to participate if she wants to. Tell Anita she needs to come see me so I can pay her off for this week's work. Tell her she has a week, starting with today, to make arrangements. He’s an okay teacher but learning how to write English is hard for me right now. I know when he was staring at me and not listening to me, that he was not to be trusted.Jana then explained her plan. We’d work as a team, get him into his place and see what happens when he wakes up. It was up to him how easy or how hard this was going to be.Since you know what kind of car he drives and what he looks like, Jana said, she would have one of her friends be in the parking lot and hopefully spot him.. Then I drank a glass from my mom's secret vodka bottle in her dresser, hoping to pass out from alcohol, which made me drunk, but I still couldn't sleep.I had to pee and headed to the bathroom. When I opened the door, I heard someone peeing. The lights were off, and my brother's friend Alex was urinating, standing up. I wasn't able to see his cock, but his pee stream was thick. He must have a big opening in his cock, I thought. Does that mean he would shoot thicker strings of cum than other. Sandra rushed downstairs. She was in the attire for her punishment. White panties and white high heels. She was having a difficult time down the stairs in the heels. She held her breasts as they bobbed, but when she entered the dining room she stood at attention. High heels together, long, lean legs straight, flimsy white panties snug, her firm stomach was tight, her breasts where jutting out as her hands were held behind her head, long dark hair draped around her arms. She stood there a moment.