" Anything else?" Uh, no, not really." Look, Cheryl. I'm going to tell you what I think. Just listen for a minute, and then you can tell me I'm crazy,...OK?" Um, OK." One of the things my father did to my mother was constantly belittle her looks. I've discovered that other abusers do the same thing. Your mother is doing that to you. I suspect with her it is a form of control. She wants to make you look like she wants you to. Maybe she thinks your weight is a reflection on her, I don't know.. She bent over me,, stroking up my body and lifting up skirt; she leant right in close into my ear and whispered, "I’m going to fuck you like a rag doll baby". OMG, just hearing her say those words in that sexy New York accent, oh my, I nearly had an orgasm right there & then. I was soaking wet now, and Jane was rubbing her big lubed up dildo against my pussy lips, making me all wet and making me moan uncontrollably. Then she pulled my wet thong to one side and grabbed my clit between her two. Jessie rubbed her eyes and yawned then looked at Bjorn Erikson and said, “Oh, sorry, Bjorn. I didn’t know I was slumped against your shoulder. That must have been uncomfortable for you.”Bjorn gave Jessie one of his lovely soft smiles that always sent Jessie’s heart into several little back flips then replied with, “Don’t you worry about that, my little friend. You can slump against my shoulder as often as you like. It won’t bother me in the least.”Jessie felt herself blushing slightly then. So I hopped straight in my car and drove home at a rate of knots.His car was in the drive - oh dear. I thought I'd better creep inquietly and try to calm him down.I crept upstairs, past the pile of discarded clothes into thebedroom. He wasn't there. I looked around upstairs then heard astrange noise coming from downstairs.Still expecting to incur the wrath of my randy husband, I creptdownstairs, following the noise to the kitchen.And, as I opened the door, I realised what the noise had.