” This time I grab my ass cheeks firmly and pull them apart. You get on your knees to study the small puckered hole. You stick two fingers in my ...ussy again and I relax my hold on my ass and start to moan and move. You slap my hands. “Hold still, Bitch. And spread your ass”. Once I’m back in the position you want, you move your fingers in me just enough to get them covered in my juices. Then you push then into my tight asshole and begin to work it, stretching it. When you can move your. "Um..." I said, not really expecting that from Kristen. "I think I may need a second opinion..." Ditto!" June yelled."Ditto!" Lynette agreed."Ditto!" Marla said, getting into the mood."It's unanimous, Jim," Kristen said, solemnly."OK. I'm Mr. Perfect," I said, sullenly."Mr. Asshole is more like it," Kristen said. "But your heart is good, and that is what counts." Oh, Kristen, did I ever tell you I love you?" I said, boring my eyes into hers."Oh, just every fucking day since you first said it,". It was not my fault if aunt Julie did not have k**s and I was very upset when my parents told me that uncle Oscar and aunt Julie were supposed to stay with us for about a week or less in about two months and as they leave, I was going with them to stay with them about 8—10 hours’ drive away. Aunt was the younger sister of my mom. In the next month, my mom had gone to school with me and all the needed and necessary paper work was completed and I was relieved from the school and all set to be. Good thing she was here and not in that box she lives in. The clinic will get her regulated and she will be back to her home this evening. I hope no one takes her box."Nola told me all about it when I picked her up. I asked her if she was hungry. "No, I ate the same food the homeless did. Dad, why can't something be done about people such as that woman?" Society tries, but there are a million reasons this happens to people. If you interviewed them you would find a percentage had it all at one.