Her mind raced with wicked dirty thoughts, and it shocked her. It aroused her too, to a point where she felt she may cum at any moment if Belinda orde...ed her to. “Legs wide, bitch,” Belinda hissed, “I want you to show me everything.” Claire did as she was told, and kept her fingertips in place over her clit working them back and forth, hard and fast, until she could hear the sound of her fingers frigging in the wet folds of her sex. She could smell the scent of her own arousal in the air. . . it's all over now! He'll tell Verne, I know he will!"No... no... no..." she moaned, burying her face in the bedcovers."Yes, baby!" Larry snarled. "Now you're gonna fuck me, 'cause if you don't Verne's gonna hear all about that goddamn dirty movie you're making. And you know as well as I do what he'll think of his sweet little wife then!"Suddenly Sandi felt rough hands grasping her and trying to turn her over, and she began to struggle before the meaning of his words sank through her. .Was it years, later? Decades, maybe.There is no time when you're dead. Only now, forever...Another flash of memory.My mother, weeping at the kitchen sink, was holding a sheaf of medical papers in her hand. She stared at the papers as if they were a palpable enemy that she could rend, tear, or kill. Her tears were hard and angry – but soft, and almost helpless. Hindsight cleared up so much, and I now know the anguish she felt as the sterile, white forms pronounced her death sentence.For. ”Everything was finally ready. After dad said grace, we began our meal without further delay. We sat eating until we had all finished and then continued to sit there talking until mom got up to bring in one of her homemade pumpkin pies to finish off a delicious Thanksgiving meal.David and I stayed downstairs with the folk’s all day until mom and dad got up to go to bed so finally David and I were able to do our thing by going upstairs together.Now, without ceremony, we got undressed and I went.