I couldn't make out her face but her height and hair color and styling were similar to Clare's. Grabbing another photo the woman was looking in the di...ection of the camera and I realized it wasn't Clare but looked like a younger woman. With a sigh of relief I leaned back in my chair. I must have been extremely tense because my body just seem to sag in repose and my head hung down momentarily in release from the anxiety I'd been carrying for over a week.Lifting my head I looked at Jean as she. That’s just what Emma needs is a bunch of people talking behind her back,’ Dillon replied. ‘Don’t worry about it Dillon,’ Juanita said. ‘Most folks are glad to see her in good spirits. She laughs and jokes and talks with people just like she did before her husband was killed. Emma’s sort of a town pet.’ Tom nodded his head in agreement and added, ‘Bout the only ones not happy with you two is some of those bible thumpers over at the church. They want everybody to be as unhappy as they are so I. When Rhee’s head poked through her T, she looked at me.“You’re shaking.”She wrapped me tightly.“I’ve never seen you like this. You’re always so ... relatively calm. It’s just Dad. You know he loves you. There’s no reason to be this nervous. Nothing much different will happen tonight, and, if you’re really too nervous, nothing at all new needs to happen tonight. Just be yourself, the wonderful, strong, caring girl who’s had my heart for years. The girl who didn’t blanch at leading us to a win. I gulp and nod. “Okay,” I say to myself as I turn off all common sense, as I relent to my overwhelming need to get fucked in the ass. To show that I’m once again willing, I bend down and kiss him deeply, one hand at the back of his head, the other on his cheek, stroking it. Without resisting, I let him, the complete stranger, tug down my long black skirt while I continue to make out with him. I then let him do the same with my briefs. I’m so nervous that when I regain my posture I’m.