My brain shouts, two years – almost to the day! Then I think and correct myself, two years to the day. The day we last spoke. A day I was so happy, ...omplete. But the new day wasn’t as bright. And a week later, some doubt returned. Shaking my head again, I press my eye and stare. Could it just be my imagination? A trick of the light, or the mind, an anniversary reminder of what was… I move away from the door, mind working. What shall I say? What will YOU say? Knees weak, I sit on a chair. My. "Christ, the table's breaking apart! But don't stop fucking me, Eddy. Don't you dare stop fucking my asshole!" she groaned."Not if we all go smash, Mom! Just keep your big ass up!" Eddy grunted."Shit! The table's strong! Fuck, and forget it!" Joy said.Eddy gripped his mother by the hips and fucked furiously into her hugging asshole, moaning to the sucking, baking heat of it, his balls drawing up. Joy knew that he was close to a cum, too, and she helped him fuck faster by shoving his ass harder. That’s it. Also, he will need to keep him for the night for observation, no biggie.”She was relieved. She was watching him sleep. I went and spoke to my dad if I could stay for a while. He seemed ok with it. It was around 12 in the night. Both of them fell asleep. I came back to the room. The room was silent and there was no one around.Sridevi was sleeping on the chair, with her head tilted backward. Ramakrishna was also in his deep sleep. I was turned on by her body. She should have been a. A week later Sammy died.Following the funeral Chris didn't hear from Paul. After a couple of weeks she tried to phone, no answer. Three weeks after the funeral Jerry phoned me at work and said that Paul was taking Sammys passing very badly, he'd not been into work and won't answer the phone. He knew he was at home because Lissa had been round to talk to him, a completely one way conversation.By this time Chris had missed her period by a week so it seemed that she was pregnant. I told her that.