Screaming "no" as loudly as she could, she swung her handbag. She managed to hit a few of them, but then others moved in from another direction. She f...und herself pushed back hard against a wall. Her straw hat had come off and she was sweating heavily. Her hair had come almost completely undone, the copper colored strands plastered in wet clumps against her cheeks and forehead. She began to panic as she felt a hand move under her loose top and grab her left breast. She pushed back hard, if. I flinched, thinking she was going to yell at me. She opened her legs. “Come on baby, do it. Let’s me see you do it.”I grabbed my cock and started jerking off. The stag film completely forgotten. The projector whirred in the background, light from the projector and the flicker of the film on the wall creating a dreamlike atmosphere as we focused on watching each other. It could not have been three or four minutes later I was reaching for the tissues. I held them in front of me as cum shot out. She was a prostitute and not a very well paid one at that. She moved constantly and shared her bed with any man that would have her. She did try in a feeble way to make a good life for her girls. When there was a little extra money, she took them to matinee movies and showed them her favorite actress, Elizabeth Taylor. She always told them that they could be famous too because they looked just like her. The twins adored Alice with a childhood devotion that is not easily brushed aside. . And that makes it even worse, somehow. The anger that she directs at me is, so far as I can tell, righteous anger, and I don't know if it's the anger that paralyzes me, or a spell that she uses. But whatever is going on, in my dreams it's impossible for me to fight her. I don't even know whatever it is we would be fighting about. I just have this vague sense that I've wronged her in some way. Taken something from her, not an object, but a right of some kind. And in my dreams she wants it back.".