Her Name Was Angela - Sex Stories

Her Name Was Angela

... lovingly that she feared she might burst into tears. Nobody had ever been this kind and gentle to her. "Now," Angela suddenly snapped as she threw back the covers and patted the mattress beside her. "Come on to bed. You need your sleep." "You want me to share your bed with you?" Nancy asked. "Of course," Angela replied innocently. "I can go sleep on the sofa," Nancy argued. "Out of the question! That sofa may look comfortable, but it's not. It's hard and it's cold and you're way too tall for it. Now once again, come to bed! I promise I don't bite." Angela reiterated gently. “But,” Nancy began. Angela snapped her fingers, pointed to the mattress beside her and glared. There was no way Nancy could win this argument. So with that, she came to bed. "Good girl," Angela said as Nancy slid under the covers and stretched out on her back next to her. "Oh my goodness,” Nancy whispered. “This mattress is so soft." " Nice, isn't it?" Angela whispered back as she shut off the light and snuggled down on her side facing Nancy. "You must be so tired honey." "I should be. But for some strange reason I'm wide awake," Nancy told her. "Maybe you should say your prayers and ask Poppa to help you fall asleep then," Angela suggested. “Poppa?” “That’s what I call God.” "Oh. Well to be perfectly honest, I don't have much to say to Poppa these days." "Liar. I heard you talking to Him earlier tonight at the store. You asked him to help you.” “Okay." “And did he not answer you?" "I believe that was ...

... you who answered me." "And who do you think sent me?" "Angela I really don't want to talk about this!!" "Okay,” Angela said. “So, what are your little boy’s names?" Nancy felt the emotional tightness seize her throat and her eyes grow misty at the mention of her little ones. Her heart began to pound and her stomach fluttered. "Nicholas and Brandon," Nancy whispered in a cracking voice. "You miss them, don't you?" Angela asked as she gently stroked Nancy’s hair. "So much so I can hardly breathe,” Nancy whispered. “Every day that goes by that they're not with me I feel another piece of my heart wither and die." "And is that why you're angry at God,” Angela began. “Because you think he took them away from you?" “No, I did that.” Nancy began. “But I'm angry at God for leaving me alive. You see, I wanted nothing more than to die after the boys were gone. But no matter how badly I wanted it and how hard I tried, my body just wouldn't die. And I hate God for that! I hate him for not killing me when I deserved it so much!" Tears were now streaming down her cheeks. "Oh Nancy," Angela whispered. Angela’s heart was breaking for her new friend as her eyes were full of sympathetic and compassionate tears. Nancy then looked desperately up into Angela's warm and loving eyes. "I want my babies back. I love them more than life itself," Nancy said as she covered her face with her hands and sobbed like a baby. " Oh my precious," Angela said as she cradled Nancy’s head in her arms and held her ...