She also spent a hot after-school afternoon with Chanitra, who somehow knew where to find Laura at lunch and had tempted her into taking the afternoon...off work. She couldn't resist Chanitra. One glimpse of the girl's body was enough. They had spent hours of exuberant fucking, and Laura had thought of Yvette only a couple of times, and of the trouble they were in. Thank god you're not married, she wanted to tell Chanitra.But when Yvette returned from her business trip, Laura knew she couldn't. Leaning against the shower wall, the image changes in her mind, to Davy standing up and him starting to use his fingers on her body, they gently slide over her mons and she shivered in increasing pleasure."Oh ... Davy, fuck me with your hard cock," she moaned as she continued sliding her fingers in for a few more minutes. Her breathing getting heavier, then she cried out in pleasure as the feeling she had come to know so well, flooded over her. On shaky legs, she sat on the platform in the. I remembered that she showed it to me once a couple years ago. It was the only place I could think to look. She was there, but in a near coma. Next to her was an empty prescription bottle. I called the ambulance and met them on route 92. Then I called Marian, and that's all I know. You need to talk to the doctors and nurses for any more information," I concluded.At that moment a nurse came out of the emergency room and the group converged on her. I took the opportunity to slip out to my car,. Having grown up without a mother, it was only natural that I had no one to tell me that I was the most beautiful person in the world( but, considering the typical mama’s of those days, I seriously doubt I would have ever had such words uttered to me by her.), but as is the case in most stories, my mother-figure came in the form of my personal handmaid, Martha- complete with bedtime stories ,motherly scolding and illogical concerns. My beauty, if it can be called that was nothing eye-catching-.