Maybe she was just excited to have someone over. I stilldidn't know if she had recognized me. I hoped, hoped, hoped not.Her bedroom was a mix of littl... girl and budding teenager. A shelf ofdolls, including a glittery unicorn and a sparkle pony. A poster of thebiggest star of American women's soccer. A protest poster asking theonlooker to save the planet. Clothes scattered all over the place. Thecloset door stood open, showing more dresses on hangers."Oh, Lisa, I'm so glad you could come!". Then she kneeled in front of me. I spread my legs as she requested, and she began to lick my twat, moistening me. I was starting to feel like this was getting to be uneventful to me, like I could walk around naked all day and stick my cunt in anyone’s face and expect to be pleasured. That would be a world. But the dildo thing was definitely new, and I was intrigued. Amy positioned the device on me, and the bulb slipped into my vagina comfortably, and I could feel the ribs and bumps on my clit. You see unlike people who have some place to go, snow is not a mere annoyance to me. It doesn’t mean that I have to wake up earlier to get to work. It doesn’t mean that I’ll have to get out the shovel and do the driveway and the sidewalk. It certainly doesn’t mean I’ll be sipping any fucking tea in front of the God damned fireplace. Snow can kill me. I’m a forty six-year-old woman. I am statistically dead in the middle of middle age. That means that there’s usually no room for me in the. I pulled Kara into a hug and we kissed softly.“I’m going to Susie’s after I have lunch with my mom,” Kara said. “I’ll see you back here around 4:00pm. Is that OK?”“Whatever you need, Kara. Are you still OK for us to head to Chicago tomorrow? We could wait until Sunday if you wanted to.”“Maybe that’s best. Could we leave on Sunday morning? And would you be OK if I spent Saturday with my mom?”“If that’s what you need to do, Honey, that’s fine. Do you want to sleep here or at the Spencers’ on.