‘Shut up!’ Sorrel wasn’t deterred, ‘No! You’ve got to stop. This is a mistake. I’m not who you think. I’m not supposed to be here!’ Th... nurses slowly and deliberately wheeled her down the corridor. Every now and then an orderly or she believed they were orderlies, passed them in the hall. Sorrel grew more frantic with every step. She kept calling out, ‘You’ve got to stop! I’m not supposed to be here! You’re making a mistake! I’m not what you think!’ Between her calls, her appeals, and her. She moved her hips to meet his thrusts. It felt good. Fiona was beside her. “Come here,” Ellie said softly. Fiona heard Ellie, but didn’t understand. Then it became clear, as Ellie reached up and caressed her cunt. Then she pulled her down, and her tongue took over from her fingers. Fiona sat astride Tony’s face, his tongue busy in her cunt. His cock hard in her hands, she suck on it. She heard a foot on the stair and assumed it was Ellie. She felt a familiar tightness in her stomach, and knew. The patrolling that I did was out of the desire to protect my family and our stock. I did it because I knew it had to be done.The one big job that did need getting done was the harvesting of our vegetable garden. Over the last month or so, some of it had already been picked. Most of that had supplemented our food supplies provided by our 'benefactors', but a lot of it had gone into jars of salsas, relishes, and tomato sauce. Betty took over this chore with the help of her daughters. It started. I pull away and you take to my other breast with your tongue. I’m ecstatic, aching, we’re moving too fast and too slowly all at once. In the bedroom my phone starts to ring. It spurs something in you, a sense of urgency that at last overtakes your actions. You glide my knickers down my legs and I step out of them, with my back to the wall we’re kissing like newly-mets at a house party. I’m murmuring and half-smiling into your mouth as our teeth click awkwardly in our haste. I wrap one leg up.