In the evening I reached her villa and she greeted me at the door looking extremely elegant in a flowing maroon evening dress. She wore her platinum b...onde hair in a ponytail at the back. Her skin seemed smooth and cleans with an even tan of beautiful deep brown. It was then that under the fat exterior, I could see a stunning woman.She handed me a drink as soon as I reached the sofa, she then put some slow romantic music on the music system and started the small talk. She started by asking me. Extra soap and water so hot they dissolved, all but one.One last tick clicked in her skull like a needle lost in a clinic.Her longing cunt was picking away, sapping her puritan ethic.So many years, was her husband gone, buried in another town.Years of single mothering had emboldened Billy, her son.The lad grew great interest in private parts and curls of hair.Money worries took second place to hiding from his daily dares.Yesterday he lifted her skirt to catch a glimpse of her quim.Threats and. . not what I expected from an accountant. But also, maybe it is a little bit? He shook himself out of it, then grabbed the mattress and followed her in.Kay was standing a little past the entryway in the kitchen alcove, petting a small brown kitten who was rolling around on the countertop. The entire area was spotless, save for a slightly-overflowing garbage can which had a wrapper for cup noodles sticking out the top.But past that... “Where would you like me to put this?” asked Will, pausing. The Temple had once been a large ranch in West Texas, bought by my uncle based on its twin virtues of being isolated and far from Colorado City and Hilldale, the two centers of the whack Mormons who believed that every man should have twenty-seven sixteen year old wives.We went on a back road as the light faded but I didn't have to turn on the headlights until just after we went through the last gate. I got out, opened the gate, went through, got back out and closed the gate, and then got back.