"I tried to check on her," Liz said through her tears, gasping becauseshe was short on air. There was none of the saucy teasing she alwayshad on disp...ay. "I saw how mad Jackson was when he found out aboutSamantha and me" She looked up at Mary Sue and asked plaintively, "Doyou think she's okay?"Mary Sue could see how much the woman wanted to hear her say yes.Anything other than encouragement right now would only send Liz into about of hysterical crying. Mary Sue gathered her into her harms. “I will have the Constable on you!” she repeated.“But thee’ll be fucked, Constable can’t unfuck thee can he?” Tom reminded her, “There’ll be a kid to remind thee of I won’t there.”Tom pulled off the apron and dropped his breeches, his cock sprung free tilting upwards fully roused.Annie just stared open mouthed.Tom looked her in the eye. He saw need, desire and lust writ large. Realisation set in. He pulled his breeches back up. “No thee don’t, pretending not to want it when thee’s like a. "What are you doing?", you ask not mad but surprised."I thought it would feel better if your shirt wasn't in the way.", I say still pulling your shirt off."Oh ok", you say still a little hesitant.You lie back down on the bed with only your skirt and bra.I start to rub your shoulders and neck. You can feel the tension leave them. You forget that you don't have your shirt on but when I start to take off your bra, you turn to to look up. I push you back down gently."Relax... don't worry.", I say. ‘Okay,’ I said, stealing a quick glance at my wife before gluing my eyes to the road. I waited for more, giving her room to fill in the blank space. When she didn’t, I carefully choose my words. ‘A big pass?’ ‘Pretty big.’ ‘How big?’ ‘We didn’t really do anything, if that’s what you’re asking.’ ‘Should I be asking?’ I asked, still feeling my way. ‘She just . . . I don’t know. She grabbed my boobs and tried to kiss me.’ ‘And it scared you?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Because she violated your space?’ ‘No.’ I bit.