I pumped my fingers in and out for a few more moments which by now she was dripping wet then I pulled them out and put them in her face and said Look,...your so wet, you really are a slut if your getting wet from your own son touching you, now suck your juices off my fingers and I prompted her by putting my fingers closer to her mouth. She didnt make any movement to take them in her mouth so I grasped her left breast while sitting behind her and squeezed it lightly, but enough to make her . There wasn’t anything left that could be broken or taken away. I sat down slowly on a stone bench that couldn’t be seen from the house and wrapped my arms around myself as I started weeping with big gulping sobs. My mother’s favorite songs that I used so frequently in times of need would not help with this level of grief, no woman, no cry, everything’s gonna be alright… My heart almost stopped as I felt something warm and wet touch the hand that I had let fall by the side of the bench. I. They didn't find out the spare had also been destroyed until they cranked it down.The chances of a woman who looks like a nun being picked up with a destroyed tire, mounted on a steel wheel, are actually pretty good. Most people will pick up a nun under just about any circumstances. But the chances of a vehicle coming along that can pick up that nun, the tire and five Catholic school girls ... well, now we're talking more in the lottery range. Especially if more than half of those cars are on. " I said goodbye, cleaned up, and went to bed.The next morning, I was awake for about thirty minutes when Tori knocked and I let her in to have some coffee. I didn't have any cream but had coffee and sugar left over from last semester. She was the only one in her apartment over the summer. The girls across the hall had a couple of people around, and John and Mark had both gone home for the summer.Tori had taken calculus over the summer so she could give it more focus. She dropped it last.