Not the sweet pale pink buds that opened so briefly each spring. There was no life in this flower. Not even for the briefest of moments. Her fingers t...embled as they began to stitch it in the center of the ribbon. A single tear fell. It stained the white and pink cheeks of the material. Another joined it. And another. The spot was growing. Spreading. Just like the cancer that had stolen Nana away. A final stitch and she held the little dress up once more. ‘It’s beautiful,’ his voice was rough. Together they think they are better than everyone else, they put everyone else down to make themselves look good. You know the type, their shit does not stink. Every neighborhood has a couple like this. Heather is passed out, will not remember a thing. I could slip my dick deep into her high class "A" pussy and drain my balls filling her pussy with my "not worthy" spunk. I could then pull her shorts up and walk away. She will wake after a couple of hours with a really bad headache and go home,. It was her favorite of the numerous Victorian architectural styles.We just sat there and stared, talking about how to dress it up and make it the envy of the neighborhood, until Maggie pulled up and introduced herself to Kelly, suggesting we go look inside. The interior just blew Kelly away!. Sure it was dirty and dusty, and in need of some repair and lots of paint, but she could see the 'good bones' in this place, just as I did. I still felt that uneasiness as I entered the house, but could. We went inside and hugged until we became hot. She removed her dress giving me access to her boobs. While I played with her boobs she undressed me. I sucked her nipples like I am hungry for her milk. She played with my dick stroking it.She lay down and spread her legs. I know exactly what she wants. I come between her legs and lick her pussy. She would shave her pussy every 3 days once. It was a smooth and clean pussy. I would lick her for more than 15 minutes before fucking.She would last for.