When my mother died in 1869, my father hung himself. After that I was raised in a foster home until I was eighteen. I was given my inheritance, which ...ad collected a lot of interest in twelve years. I gave my foster family some of the money and then moved back into my birth home. ‘I lived on my own for a long time, working hard and investing my money wisely. I fell in love with my neighbor’s cleaning girl. She was the oldest child in her family and all of the money she earned went to help feed. Missy loved the sounds of their moans and rapid breathing, the squishing slapping sound as he pounded into her. The tips of his thumbs were pressing between her cheeks, first one slipping into her tight hole and then the other. Missy’s back was arched and she reached under herself to grasp her breasts in her hands, squeezing them, pinching roughly with her fingers and nails. His cock was thick and hard and her pussy clenched and tightened around him. But her concentration was focused on his. I guess that's the best way to say to what I'm trying to say. But can I ask you something though?” I asked. “Of course,” Judy replied. “Did Bill really treat you that bad?” I asked. “Well, if this is going towards why I stayed with him so long. I don't know. I guess I was just waiting for him to really change. I guess as far we go, it was much better late than never. I mean I'm easily like 100 times happier now with you than I was with him. You treat me so much better. This is more like a. So one thing led toanother, and one evening when we were sitting on the bed in our babydolls and painting each other's toe nails, she took my foot in her handand gently blew her breath on my freshly painted nails to dry them. "She looked up into my eyes, and without losing eye contact, she placed akiss on each of my newly-painted piggies. She sucked each one into herwarm mouth and licked the sensitive skin between each one. Then she lavedthe sole of my foot with the flat of her tongue and the.