Mydamp clothes from last night were, if anything, even worse after beingin the cold, condensation-ridden atmosphere of the bathroom.Oh dear, I thought... I'll have to put on some more of Lucy's clothes, atleast until I'd gone out to the car and brought in my suitcase. Lastnight, I'd been terrified of anyone seeing me as I did so, but thatmorning, it didn't hold the same terrors. For one thing, my attire hadpassed the fairly stringent test of being observed by a policewoman (anda lesbian at that),. The outside air is cold, very cold, and the sky is still dark and as you peer into the darkness you see all the reflections of those around you, bouncing off the blackness and the cold, outside, reflected back into the light and heat of inside. You note those sleeping and their little peculiar nuances, something you would only see if you watched them in the privacy of their own homes.With so many crushed together your sense of personal space is suppressed, a general unspoken acceptance, as we. All they would never do was fight. You could items being thrown around. The language used by her daughter was even worse the street talk. Fuck this, fuck that. She called her mother a whore more times than I could count. Her mother was not much better but she never called her daughter a whore. I didn’t need this right now and in my mind I scream out “Shut the fuck up you two cunts’”, and it stop. Holly shit, what just happen. I started to think that these two girls wanted to be as. I wrapped an arm around her back for support, and drilled my finger into her cunt, savagely finger fucking her as hard and roughly as I could. She dropped her head back and surrendered to the assault I was making on her privates, letting the pleasure flow. I’m glad to be of service. Alicia grabbed Me around the neck and collapsed with the cum, and I picked her up in my arms as she swooned, gently floating her in the water, her wet, naked flesh glistening in the light from the candles that.