Thank God my underwear was still on. Erika stared at my undies for quite a bit of time. She was probably wondering why I wore pink cotton panties with...flowers on them."They're yours," I said. "I was gonna return them but forgot." I'll get your shorts back." She walked over to the fence with a stick and lifted up my shorts."You can have your undies back if you want." No thanks. You've already worn it. You can keep it." She was about to hand my shorts back to me when she found something. She. Danielle turned on her back and pulled her knees up really showing off the curves of her ass and thighs. Her tantalizing hole pink and soft and was inches from me. She looked at me and said, ‘Liam, love me,’ then sheepishly, ‘just be gentle.’ I dabbed more of her cum and rubbed it on her hole, the sensation made her clit jerk a little, like it was being shocked back to life. I chuckled, ‘ooh, she likes that!’ Danielle giggled, almost embarrassed, ‘Just shut up and fuck me!’ I didn’t need. We ate dinner at a Mexican restaurant and joined in singing to the very embarrassed birthday girl, then headed home, tired but content.I spent Sunday unpacking the last of my stuff, rearranging and doing laundry, trying to form a pattern of habit. It had started snowing in the wee hours and it continued to get worse as the day progressed. Aunt Claire assured me that it wouldn't add up to much more than four or five inches with the way the wind scoured it away. She did take pains to warn me of. “First, could you get a loan from the Bank?”“No – I asked but I’m overdrawn and they won’t let me have any more until my pension comes in….I asked and asked…….” A couple of fat tears rolled down her cheeks.“OK – so, Second, you go to court and they will either sell enough of your stuff to pay the debt………”“But……but…” She was sobbing again now, “I don’t have anything……issss all…….furniture……all……..” I saw her trying to concentrate through a fog of alcohol and despair.“So…..third option…..you do.