You could have cut the quiet in the room with a knife as everyone held their breath waiting for his decision. I longed to look up at him but I didn’... want to break the mood. Finally, after what seemed like ages, he put his hand on my head and said, ‘I forgive you for your one mistake my friend, and because of my mistakes in the past. Come back to my family’ and, as I stood, he embraced me and began to cry. This started me off and everybody else except Bernardo who, throughout everything was the. And that's why when I tried to say something, she just put her index finger around my lips.Nicole made an undress gesture, while she was getting her coat off. And I simply obeyed. I was fully undressed in seconds and then I saw the view! Nicole was wearing this black leather suit, which completely enveloped her breasts, hands and ass, while leaving the rest of her body exposed. Including her vagina. And man, it was one really wet pussy, and I could only imagine she was excited about this. Breakfast always acts as a great buffer. It can act as a social interaction for people who don't want to talk to each other or don't know what to say to each other. That and these scrambled eggs were fucking fantastic. I wolfed them down and chased them with some orange juice. What would be great to finish brekkie would have been some fruit. Like some great big juicy grapefruit.It was at this moment I realized I was staring at Momma's tits. Thank you Freud.The day went on as typical, except . ‘The fucking flies. I’m sick to death of these colourless flies landing on me every minute of the day and night. Where the hell are they coming from? I would have thought they’d be better off sticking around that dead body than landing on me all the time.’ My skin was covered in tiny red welts. The flies hadn’t just landed. They’d landed, grabbed and bitten hard. ‘I don’t know Bess. I don’t know where they’re coming from. I have noticed they’re getting thicker though. Maybe that’s a sign of.