“Well, Justin?” I asked as the sliding door the van opened and a workman in gray jumpsuit stepped out. “Do you want me to be your lover?” “Fuck me,” Justin said. Aurora laughed louder. To be continued... In 2013 tragedy stuck Hairy my family like only few could imagine. I remember asian it so vividly that I can recall every influx in her voice when my school principal gave me the news. I learned that my mother had been in a horrifying car crash. I was told that an oil tanker had went across the median on the highway and crushed a car that my mom was riding in hole and it killed the driver who was a co-worker of my mom’s mouth I barely knew. My mother was alive, but she had been severely injured and disfigured. Three months my mother spent in the hospital before she could go home. The cost of her recovery was tremendous both physically and emotionally. In all, my mother lost both of her legs from the knees down. She lost her pinky finger and ring finger on her right hand. She had a massive scar across her cheek and several smaller scars around her entire body. During the crash she sustained a severe concussion, japanese lost most of her teeth, brain bleeding, a burst spleen, a ruptured appendix, several bone fractures, and a slipped disk in her back. My mother was not whole physically, mentally, or emotionally during her recovery or when she returned home. The only positives from this situation that helped maintain our sanity was the financial compensation she got and that she was still alive although permanently disfigured. Mom received over 10 million dollars from the accident plus the oil company would cover her medical expenses for life. It’s amazing how fast oil companies will throw millions at you to save their own image. Apparently, they had violated a number of safety regulations on this shipment and they offered to settle quickly. For the first six months mom slowly adapted to her new lifestyle. She got prosthetic legs and learned to walk and even run with them some. She bought us a new house in the rural Midwest that included a couple hundred acres of land. Her demeanor was poor, her spirit was clearly broken, but my relentless mother continued to move forward through life. Before the accident my mother (Kathy) was a very average woman. She worked for a company that manufactured plastics. She started working there after high school and never actually wanted to get a better or high paying job. Mom was not an overly intelligent person and this simple job was just fine with her. She wasn’t ugly, but she wasn’t overly pretty. She was in her early 40’s and like most women that age she had a slightly lumpy tummy and parts of her body were starting to lose the battle to gravity. To: mouth GraceeeDee Her breasts felt too large and heavy, her body so much fuller than before. “What?” After what seemed like an hour of watching him walk around inside Hairy his apartment and a few minutes on his balcony, he headed to his bedroom. She circled it, dancing around it. His pubic bone smacked my clit. When the little twit japanese from town came abreast with my concealed position, I stepped out from behind my bush with the barrel of my downward-pointed AR-15 draped over my asian forearm, held in place by the rifle butt tucked into my armpit. I put my finger in trying to loosen it up and started to get really turned on. The mood definitely lightened and they had a nice dinner together. He swore to gathered friends later that he did not intend or plan it, but when he held the spit high, it caught a particular sunbeam and flashed in reflection as if in a movie shot. I wrapped my lips about her throat, and drank freely of her blood. Please?” And the age-old double standard was still there. I've got this." They were very tempting. She shrugged his hands away. “I will be there in 15 minutes.” The sweet voice responded. She reached back and touched it with her right hand. Potential “Certainly sir.” At first when he takes his turn he’s not quite hole ready to penetrate.