She rolled over, and he could see even more. The hair on her cunt was mostly gone, leaving just a strip on the top of the mound. When Steve's dad sudd...nly blocked Craig's view, he was also naked. He had an erection, and no wonder -- Craig had one, too.He knelt down. His hand blocked most of Craig's view of her cunt, but he kept moving it, and sometimes he spread the lips so Craig could almost see her clit. From here? Well, maybe it was.His head and sometimes his shoulders blocked Craig's view. Do I love it? I'm wet, so wet, but I should get out of here. He is such a nasty man, Celia thought. How could he know that hitting just one boob instead of two would hurt so much more??"Your precious tits, the ones that everyone wants...getting their due. But there's more pain, not as sexual, elsewhere." Dr. Andrews had been sincere about being brought down. "I'm tired of holding court, of having all the answers."?"Yes, it's true...hitting your boobs isn't everything, dear." Fenton turned. ”She looked at both of her sons. “No, I’m serious. I’ve already lost a husband to a drunk driver. I’d just die if anything ever happened to either of you two.”“Okay, I promise.”Andrew watched this, only to find his mother’s gaze resting on him next. “Yeah, me too.”“Say it!”“I promise.”Jessica looked more relaxed. “Okay. Thank you. I didn’t mean to ruin the evening. I’m sorry.”Toby hugged her shoulder against his, then ran a finger down her back. It didn’t seem like there could be a bra. ” Miranda decided what she needed was to stop wallowing. So she ran a bath to shave and buff every inch of her then showered to wash her hair. She was going out. She was sitting at the bar sipping on her third coconut mojito and watching the crowd. Her short, tight, ass hugging red dress and her four inch high, silver, peep-toed heels left little doubt that Miranda was on the lookout for a rebound. There were a dozen men that she could have hit on and taken home, most of them were eagerly.