..we brought up old memories of when her daughter first met me and things like that. she was sitting with her back open off of the couch and i went up...and started giving her a massage. and moaned in delight and that definately got me hard. i've always wanted to hear her do that. i could tell she was feeling realy good so i finally went for it. i moved my mouth down to her neck and started kissing her. to my surprise she let me and held on to my head! i continued and so did she with her moaning.. For a few moments as he stood there, she was lost in the new sensations, feeling both trapped and yet freedom beyond any she had ever experienced. She watched as he looked at her looking at him, and felt strangely at peace. He began to move. Slowly and deliberately she watched him open his shirt, then pulling his arms out of the sleeves gracefully. With the same deliberate smooth slowness, she watched him take off his shoes and socks. His hands moved to his waist, unbuckled his belt, and. . ‘ she reasoned.But she didn’t smoke for the pleasure of the drug. Instead, she would lie in bed and light the little white cylinder, take a few puffs, then she would press the lit end against some part of her body, usually one of her nipples or her clitoris, crying out in pleasure as she came.Not satisfied with that, she took one of Frank’s cotton undershirts while he was at work and slashed it lengthwise into long strands. Then she tied the strands together to make three or four cotton. ‘I know what you look like. The paper prints your picture at least once a week.’ Chuckling, he added, ‘And the tabloids, at least a hundred a week, of course most of them are not very flattering.’ ‘Fucking tabloids, they’re the scum suckers of the earth,’ she spat. ‘Kettle and pot,’ he thought, shaking his head. ‘No one seems to mind the tabloids until they find themselves pictured on their pages and blasted in their print.’ ‘Why are you here? Specifically, why are you here at the rock today.