Alice had told June that she had more pictures, and June wondered just how many photos she had. She probably has one of me spreading my labia while sh... pissed on my pussy, and undoubtedly one of me lying on my stomach, spreading my cheeks while she pissed on my ass. June recalled having her eyes closed during the whole time Alice was pissing on her because Alice said to keep them closed. And, more than likely, Alice took photos while Joan pissed on me.June, picture in hand, retrieved some. Wondering how far again I could push it, I asked her if she wanted to meet up while she was walking her dog and she agrees. Meeting up with her, you could feel the tension and could literally be cut with a knife, we both knew what was going to happen. So we made small talk and walked casually back to her house. There is no-one in the house at this point, seeing as it is the middle of the day and her parents were at work, so we let ourselves in and she asks if I would like a drink, I answer yes. John went cold. How could his grandfather know Rose? Pop stood up slowly and shuffled across the room. Opening a drawer, he took out a newspaper clipping and brought it back to John. It was the obituary section, dated January of that same year. With a trembling finger, Pop pointed to one of the death announcements: Rose Marie Johnson, age 85, died of complications related to Alzheimer’s disease. John was confused. Never in all of his imaginings had Rose been an 85 year old woman. And how could. . but I... I..." Are you worried about Mark?" asked Lena. "You needn't, dear, not at all. Mark's gone up to his room. He won't be back down for a long time." He... he won't... ?" No, of course he won't. You don't have to worry, now do you, Sharon dear? You can make yourself naked in complete comfort, without any fears at all. I'm going to take my clothes off, dear. You see, I'm warm and hot too. I want to be naked, just like you do." You... do?" Yes, of course I do," Lena intoned. "I'm.