I knew that talking could only do so much, and I wished to hold him. Wrap my arms around him and tell him it was okay to be sad, it was okay to be hur..., that it was terrible watching Mom suffer and that life was terrible. That life wasn't fucking fair. Nothing about fucking any of this was fucking fair. Fuck. I wanted to pull out my fucking hair and scream, I wanted to pound my fists on the ground and throw a tantrum. Fuck! I couldn't take it anymore. Two years had gone by since we met. Can I offer you a lift to town," she asked? "Yes, I would appreciate that very much." "My name is Chantell." "My name is Sierra Rose, nice to meet you Chantell." "Where are you headed?" "No where in particular, just celebrating my divorce. I just needed toget away for awhile, you know be by myself." "I can understand that," Sierra said. "I have never been married, but Iknow what it is like wanting to get some quiet time. My last girlfriend left me for a much younger women." "Excuse me, did. It was a red and black checkered pattern of light flannel, with a low cut neckline that would always balloon open when she leaned over. She sat on the edge of the bed and began to massage my legs, doing one and then the other, from my calves to just above the knee. "Let me get more comfortable," she said as she stood up and pushed my legs apart. She climbed onto the bed between my feet and kneeled, sitting back on her legs. She resumed her massage with steady, gentle pressure along both legs.. Apparently my mental wires were crossed as instead of Kayla moving her hand forward and grasping my dick, she instead unbuttoned her blouse. My failure with mental powers was not a bad thing. Kayla's bra came into view."His dick kept pushing in," said Courtney. "I felt it pop inside me and then the whole thing was in me." It looked amazing," said Stephanie."Did it?" asked Courtney."Oh, yeah! It looked incredible!" said Megan. "Your pussy was so stretched." I felt that way," said Courtney. "My.