He was stocky, dressed in suit trousers and a shirt and tie and he was watching me masturbate myself into a frenzy.‘Can I help?’ he asked and for ... second I was frozen to the spot but replied yes you can and I opened the door. He leant in and slid his soft hand up and down my thigh before rubbing my mound with his open palm and then sliding a finger directly on to my swollen clit. It was like a bolt of sexual pleasure ran through me and I knew if he rubbed me a few more times I would come all. Moira quickly toldhim that his tormentors were in custody and he no longer had the controlcollar on, in spite of the bandages round his neck suggesting otherwise."My Darling, my Darling, how can you ever forgive me?" she pleaded withhim and couldn't stop herself from crying even though she was nearlycried dry."You're not to blame, I didn't even recognise myself," he told her."I should have waited longer, it's just that there was nothing at all tosuggest you were alive. I missed you so much." I. This from a woman who had once threatened to slap me if I kissed her on the mouth in public. And where was Amy? They were supposed to be together; but maybe this scene would have been too much for Amy who, if anything, was more racist than Abby.I slowly backed up, behind the Ford Explorer, and parked. I always carry digital cameras with me, both for use in my job, and because I'm an avid amateur landscape photographer as a hobby. I got out my work day Minolta Maxxum 5D, and put on my 75 — 300. I was wearing trousers but decided it was better to leave them on as there were a number of family members in the house at the time, the fear of being caught too high. I pulled the legs of my trousers up over my knees and reached for the pantyhose, they were dark tan and felt soft in my hands. I fed my feet in, one at a time, to each leg, I could only pull them taught to my knees because of the trousers, but my mind became entranced in the feeling. Suddenly I heard someone walking up the side.