“Sorry, Bud, but this is work. You wait here. I got you covered.” With that, he gave her son a wink, which caused Lisa to glare even more at Steve.... What did that mean?Lisa and Steven made their way until they entered what Lisa had to assume was Juan’s office. It had a big desk in the middle and some nice leather chairs sitting around it. Book cases with books that she guessed were never read lined the wall behind the desk.Her host stood by the desk, chatting with two very loving ladies that. That's only because-My jaw dropped and face went ghost white as a long forgotten memory cameto the surface.Oh my God.Chase died in a motorcycle accident a year after Ron's wedding. 2006maybe?Did I repress that memory?The hairs on my neck were standing up. I stared off into my melted ice.Is what why I'm here? It can't be. He doesn't die for another 9 years.But here's someone that absolutely needs my help. Can I even change hisfate from this far in the past?The band started playing again. Chase. Never have I been so wet. I can't stop touching myself. First one finger, then two, moving slowly in and out of my pussy. I add a third finger, pushing deep inside me I stifle a moan. One more yes one more finger, all four going deeply, slowly filling me as I imagine, his cock, not my husbands but DeSean. Feeling it stuff me. Would it make me scream? Could I even take it? Touching places deep within that have never been touched by a cock. Whimpering I cum again, my fingers feeling another flood. "Please stop! Please! Please! I'll do anything you say... Just please stop!"Mel just said, "Shut the fuck up cunt, you're already doing everything I want. Now if you don't shut up I'll not only butt-fuck you I'll whip you white ass with my belt. Now shut up!" Wendy tried to keep her screaming down, just loud moaning and crying was all we heard after that. Mel started to move in and out, slowly at first, then faster as he got more excited. Someone else got in front of Wendy and told her if she.