My grandma always said, ‘God gives us just enough — never too much and never too little.’ She was right. That short time I knew you was just lon... enough for me to know someone loved me. I think that was the thing that changed me most of all. Knowing that someone had unconditional love for me. And that was what made me finally able to let go and love myself. Sometimes at night I think about the night you died. I cry every time I remember the look on the nurses face, when I knew the end was. Katrina's mouth opened and she fastened it tightly around the teen's open gash, covering the hole completely. Her tongue dipped inside the girl and, finding her little piss hole, began to flick madly at it.Within seconds Katrina felt her daughters piss hole flex and a gush of hot, salty liquid splashed into her waiting mouth. Gretchen groaned with pleasure as the golden juice rushed from her bladder into her mother's open maw. As she pissed she began to sense great pleasure in urinating into. I glance over tocheck, but try not to look. I want to make sure he didn’tleave my life, but he still sits waiting.I try to go back to the billing statements but have ahard time concentrating. All I can think about is him. Ican’t believe such a good-looking guy and such a big dicksits so close to me. I feel this tremendous desire tocall all my girlfriends and tell them to quick come over.I will tell them later, of course, but they won’t believeme. I also feel a desire to call. “Let's spend our husband's money and then find some young studs to fuck us silly!” Lize declared, hooking her arm around Monique and the pair headed off into the airport. I arrange the transportation. Two NYPD cruisers waited for the bodyguard's to drive and a limousine. “I asked for the hottest driver they had,” I told Mark. “So finger's crossed that we get a looker.” Mark grinned as we waked up, his arm resting on my hip. I was wearing a tight, red dress that clung to my body. The skirt was.