He remembered her laughter, the way it tinkled like wind chimes on a lazy summer afternoon. This was what Erin would have wanted for him: to let go of the past and embrace the future, no matter how painful it might be. Xxnx He turned her around, pushed her torso over the back of the couch and entered her pussy with one shove. She stood, dusting off her hands against the back of her shorts, the fabric clinging to her curves in a way that drew Larry’s attention away from his worries. “Thank you,” he managed to say, the words clumsy in his mouth but sincere in their intent. Finally, a third finger was added, and as he became accustomed to it, she started pumping him harder. Larry’s fingers traced the rim of an empty beer can, a small gesture that echoed through the silent house.
