“Sure come in, I have a coat rack on the wall.”After stepping through the door, she took off her FBI jacket and hung it up. Once it was on the rac..., Mike made his move, grabbing Ashley around her waist then picking her up and tossing her over his shoulder.“I’ve been waiting all day for this,” Ashley excitedly said. “Me too, cupcake.” “That’s your nickname for me?” “Oh yes, my FBI friend. You’re a delicious little cupcake and you’re all mine for the taking."Ashley just giggled and asked. I’m guessing you miss everybody’s favorite screamer, and are burnt out on trying to get her home. And though I’m no psychologist, It definitely could have been way worse.” He figured she was referring to his mother, who had tormented him as a child. When Lily had trapped him here the first time they met, his mother had been a literal specter that followed him through his dreams, trying to drive him mad.“Yeah, I guess.” He balled up his fists. “Should I try again?”“No. Once your mind gets stuck. The occasional cooling breeze hit me, but they were few and far between. I had enough, and decided that I had better head back to the car, and get some water in me.I scanned the cliffs looking for a path to get up, but as this part of the British coastline was susceptible to serious coastal erosion, I had to walk a further mile or so before I came across what looked like a way up. I climbed some rocks about half way up, then used the remains of a path, that had long ago succumbed to Mother. She gasped as I entered her. Her eyes widened and her lips seemed to murmur something. I continued sliding my pole deeper into her tight anus…She stared at me, took some deep breaths and told me to continue. I smiled and slid my pole deeper into her. She gently rubbed her boobs together and I watched as her hands slid to her pussy. She dipped one finger inside, licked it, and repeated the gesture. Then she slid her finger in my mouth; it tasted good…After a while, we changed positions.I put.