There were old mature plenty of consequences.I shuddered, worries gnawing at me. How my friends would react tomorrow?He also told me to wash the blouse a lot of times to get Old Pussy rid of the Grandma ‘starchiness’ and make it thinner.Nothing else of any real interest happened that day; we didn’t even go out that evening.Sunday mature May 17Went to the Gym again, and I had to wear granny my white Lycra shorts and top.Standing under a double sided curved stairway were an even dozen examples of fantasy.I finally managed to say.So there I was with both guys sucking my nipples while I stroked their cocks.I asked back.Liz blushed and didn’t say anything.Changing the subject I said, Ethan and I are planning to cruise up the coast tomorrow looking for a nice beach.And today, I know Matt will have his way with me too.I sat, looked down at the floor.My Mother probably died right here. Everything was so far away, at the end of a tunnel that seemed to stretch forever. Was that Grandma Jade Tao? Black faces screaming. ‘Julia!’ Mommy had cried. Her voice was so wrong, so pained, so guttural. That voice used to sing lullabies when I was scared, and it was so sweet, I thought it must be the old mature Holy Mother’s. ‘Forever they will live as one, like two lovers of the sun, shining from creation’s birth, to hold a tether to the earth.’ It was an old hymnal she used to sing as she rocked me to sleep. It played it my Old Pussy mind as I slipped into the blackness. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Interlude Two: Hatred DIAMONDI looked across the barren rocks, the hardpan earth, the mountains spewing smoke and flame into the acrid air. I looked to my left, and saw a young woman, slender, almost spindly, but wearing mature the same beautiful face that granny Sorrow and Greed had. Her hair and skin were both a deep red, but her eyes were pure white with a ring of black about the iris. This was once a warmer place.