Not that he blamed his mom for leaving, though. Truth be told, Gary was a miserable son of a bitch, and, to this day, Jason couldn’t understand why ...he’d stuck around as long as she had—the only real problem he had with her was the fact that she’d left him behind. She and Gary had been like a gasoline-fueled fire, though. And, in a way, that’s what he and Anna were starting to seem like, lately. Yeah, they were good for each other, especially when she was making him pull his head out of his. Anticipation. God, she's lovely, I want her so much. Guilt. She has kids. She's so friendly. She has no idea I want to screw her.Tracy reminded her in a way of Cecilia, so artless and open. And yet Cecilia, after her initial reluctance, had become a voracious and wildly hot lover, dying to fuck with Laura whenever possible. She still was.Laura tried to put the whole thing out of her mind until Wednesday aweek. And who should help her do it but Yvette, whom she had not seen for weeks, almost two. I lower myself down to my pile of clothes and lay back, allowing each knee to fall to the side. My legs remain spread wide as the energy of the world sends bursts of wind to explore my bare sex, thrilling me in ways no other lover could. Back arching on the cool stone, my fingers find their way to my thighs, teasing and grazing just out of reach of what I desire the most. Fingers nearly numb from the cold, I finally make a wide circle around the blazing inferno that is my pussy and I set about. Surprised, he got up and went to open it. He found two men on the porch. A gust of freezing air caused him to step back without thinking, inviting them in wordlessly."Thanks," said the older one. "I'm Bill Hoskins, pastor of the church downtown. This is Butch Flannery." Uh, how do you do?" asked Kris."We do fine," said Reverend Hoskins. "Which brings us to our purpose for being here. We understand you've had a run of bad luck. Butch here thought he might be able to help a little."Butch didn't.