When is the funeral?’ Like I would have gone to the funeral. Maybe out of respect to my friend, but Virginia was a stranger to me. She was also like...a mother, yes, but a very inattentive and distant mother. The only times I had real interaction with her was when she would force pills down her daughter’s throat for depression or anxiety or bi-polar disease. Who has anxiety at twelve? ‘Its tomorrow,’ she pulled her arm back, continuing to stir her tea. I was hoping she wouldn’t ask me to come. . She stripped off my shirt, tee shirt, jeans and shoes. Scooting up to the edge of the bed, she said, “You haven’t kissed my cunny tonight.” Naked, I dropped to my knees and started kissing her thighs, moving slowly toward where they joined together. Her bush tickled my nose as my tongue traced her lips. I breathed deeply, taking in the scent left over from earlier in the evening. Her hands molded to my head, holding me tight to her tasty and aromatic pussy. I feasted for several minutes, my. More

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