It left me at peace. It also left me resolved and terribly fatigued. I was motivated to begin the process of disposing of her things, it had been too ...ong, but not tonight. Tonight I wanted to savor memories and cherish what we had built together. When I finally went to bed, I must have been asleep before my head hit the pillow and awoke feeling more rested than I could remember being in years. Donning my ratty old robe, I practiced my one culinary art, the only thing I’d been allowed by Ginny. Waiting until she was eagerly fucking back against his fingers, he finally stopped. “Now you can go. Nice and wet. No panties though. Make a mess in your shorts why don’t you, and never wear them for me again. Skirts from now on!”Gasping, her face flushed, Cyndi pulled her shorts up over her bare hips, wincing as her aroused cunt pressed into the tight fabric below the zipper. Fixing herself up, and blushingly smiling back at Niki, she exited the door, praying her mother did not think anything. Suddenly Smita's eyes lit up. "Let him in."The spot boy nodded and went out to bring that imbecile. I glared at Smita again; her smile faded."What?" How do we consider someone who isn't punctual?" I asked."And what if he is our lead?"I looked up and said "Somebody kill me!" Uh.....hello, sir." said a boyish voice.Smita and I turned to see a skinny 15 year old boy standing before us.He wore tightest pair of blue jeans, a black tee with its half sleeves folded upwards and black & white. Trisha and JJ had made arrangements for the weekend JJ’s parents were going out for the night, and JJ had offered to baby sit her baby sister Carol, Trisha loved Carol and always played games with her when she visited, the weekend arrived and of cause Trisha’s mum gave her a list of don’ts and left, as Trisha got closer to JJ’s house she could feel butterflies, in her stomach seeing JJ’s big cock again was making her pussy very wet, she so wanted to push her hand into her panties and finger her.