His penetrating, undressing, intense eyes...almost killer's eyes minus madness...I can feel his gaze upon me everywhere and anywhere, how it sends goo...ebumps down my body and forces me to turn and look around, have a feeling that someone is watching me. Then when I am home after a hard day of work, studies and etc...As I remember all this I can't take it anymore and as I get undressed start playing with myself, penetrating my wet pussy thinking about him, the way he looks at me, like I am the. I guess I keep weight off running a farm and carrying two three-year-olds around. They weigh about thirty pounds each, so carrying them is quite a chore. As you’ve seen, keeping up with them is not for the faint of heart, either.’ ‘I bet.’ ‘Your girlfriend is a lucky gal.’ ‘No girlfriend.’ ‘Really?’ ‘No. I was slow to date after Beth died, and honestly most of them were of the one night stand type. I did date one woman for several months, but that was never meant to last. How about you?’ ‘I. My parents and their loving rambunctious ways, the laughs and parties we had here in this back yard. Ahhh, times had been so good, so carefree as relatives and friends laughed and played, swimming in hot weather. I could almost feel Susan behind me, then realized never again would I feel her walk up behind me on this patio and place her hand on my shoulder as she bent to kiss me. Never again would I feel her slender body shuddering in orgasm as we made love in this yard or our king sized bed.. It hurt. I was trying not to cry as I cleaned out my locker. After turning in everything, and picking up all my stuff, we headed back home in time to meet the movers.I know we didn't really need to, as Susan said everything would be okay, but when you don't have very much, you can't help feel protective about it. It was a good thing we were there too. The super tried to keep us from taking the fridge and our washer/dryer. He said they were part of the unit. He wouldn't budge, even after Mom.