So perfect? she wondered."Should I, um, rub some ointment into them, do you think?" Jody asked timidly.Gail turned back to look at the fourteen-year-o...d. The girl seemed to be waiting for her to say or do something, eyes pleading."It couldn't hurt," she agreed."Can you help me with it, Mom?" Jody asked timidly, but with a smile. She had a tube in her hand and was holding it out towards her mother.Gail watched as her trembling hand took the tube, biting her lip nervously as Jody leaned back. “I’m just grateful that he did what he did, and not for me so much as for my children. They need me. I was okay with dying as was he. But, I was mortally afraid of what would happen to my children without me. But, the each of us is good now, and hoping to live long lives.”“Together?” said Victoria, putting it out there.“We’re good friends. Will it go any farther than friendship? I’m not sure and neither is he,” she said. “We’ve talked about it, but well...” Victoria nodded.“Well for my part I. Now it was my turn to be silent.The return trip to the ranch was like a story of another time, she began to speak making plans for the future and at the same time she looked at me with a radiant face; I, contrary to her, didn't respond her and was as silent as death. It was Kafkaesque, and I did not understand her reaction or new attitude; what shows I really know nothing of feminine psychology. When we were approaching the ranch she began to realize I was silent and hadn't said a word, she. She may have perspired her way through seven heptathlon events while he pumped it on the basketball court, but it was surpassed by the sweat that rolled down her ribbed stomach and pooled on his ferociously thrusting groin as they fucked. As for Kirby, this magnificent African-Canadian sporting hero bounced her on shaft harder than he’s dribbled any basketball. There was poetry in their rampant slick-skinned union and it was a privilege to behold the simultaneous orgasmic explosion of these two.