My legs had lost their strength. I felt the blood rush out of my face. “I know,” Mark said apologetically. “I just heard about it this morning. ... had hoped it wasn’t her, y’know, and I didn’t want you to find about it from the papers.” “I-I understand,” I managed to say bleakly. I took a deep breath. “Mark, how…how did she –?” I couldn’t bring myself to say the word die. It has such an ugly aura of finality to it. “Well,” Mark paused, then he continued. “A car accident of some sort. Three other. We swept and dusted the whole cabin from top to bottom, lit some scented candles (Ria’s idea), and strung up romantic twinkle lights in the living room and both bedrooms. We also put Ria’s mistletoe everywhere we could manage. Tracy showed up first, wearing a too-tight turtleneck that immediately got my pulse racing with the way it clung to her humongous breasts. She embraced both of us with a tandem hug: “Oh my god, you guys, this place is huge!” “Ahem,” Ria coughed, pointing up at the. I couldn’t resist. She was the only girl here from last summer I knew was bi-sexual. Her embouchure definitely hit the high-notes on my clit last summer, and sweating the nights out with all these cute girls, I was way past horny. My tits had grown substantially since I was last with her, and I was anxious to see how hers had fared. When we got to the short stretch of pebble beach between the trees and the water, we looked around for any guys who might be lurking, and quickly stripped off. She. The bus arrived and I got on paying, as the driver sorted out the change I noticed two of my friend's Daddies sat at the back. They had both been divorced by their wives, but when I met them when going to my friend's houses they were lovely. I got my change and went to the back to sit with them. The bus was pretty much empty but I sat between them, both sitting right next to me each side. I smiled to them as I walked up. The smiled back.As I sat their we all got chatting, asking about how they.
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