“C’mon guys,” Matt reminded them, “Isn’t the simpler answer that Erica is just messing with us? All she has to do is ignore what we tell her...to do, and then when her brother tells her to do something she does it. That isn’t magic! That is just Simon Sez,” he shrugged.Naturally, the other boys refused to believe it.“Tell her to do something harder then,” Andy or Naked Rob suggested.Erica looked at me softly with pleading doe-eyes looking for sympathy. I felt intensely guilty.“Tell her to cut a. Jaime got out. She was wearing a black leather jacket, white polo shirt and blue jeans and looked even better than I remembered. I leaned against my car and said,“Hi, sweet angel, time was very kind to you.” I opened my arms and she ran into them. Jaime laid her head on my shoulder and whispered as she cried,“I’m so sorry, baby.” We stood in the middle of the parking lot just holding each other and crying. The October wind started to blow and she shivered. I took her hand and we walked. The biggest thing is that watching the video and thinking of the OpenMic time in Kenosha did remind of what I'm emerging from in the yearsbetween 2011 and up to mid 2017. It is mixed with good and bad, like acycle, like waves, which is normal in life. What is abnormal is that Ifelt like I walked into a middle of a religious war in the Midwestwhere I lived, it was like "Dangerous Beauty" when the Doge enteredVenice and those small, cowards gave in to an inquisition and it took afamous women who. Well that was all fine and dandy for him; a nice quick handjob and cum all over the carpet tiles but at my age I like a little bit more entertainment and my dampening pussy certainly wouldn't have said no if the odd finger or two had decided to find their way between its soft lips. Well, I know it's not going to last very long and despite myencouragement his fingers seem reluctant to sneak their way beneath the hem of my skirt. Oh well, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do ... in no time.