‘Merci Candice, I needed that,’ she acknowledged. ‘And now…’, smiling wickedly she firmly pushed the beautiful older woman down onto her bac.... Without speaking she swung one leg over and straddled her breasts, a knee in each armpit.‘Taste me. And taste your husband,’ she whispered and then leant forward, pushing her swollen cunny towards Madame Bisset’s face. With a moan of acquiescence, the older woman submitted and, cupping her hands around the girl’s buttocks, pulled her downwards onto her. Just as I started to move around a little to get a look at Ellie, the guy started talking.“You like that, don’t you? You can’t get enough of that dick can you. The best you ever had isn’t it.”The answer from what I heard lacked any enthusiasm, passion or feeling at all“Yeah, it’s great.”“Fuck, here it comes, you ready to take that big load?”Well, there was no doubt that it was Ellie, I was fucking sick to my core. By that last comment I had a feeling that the guy didn’t have a condom on. Before. They’re amazing!”With that I reached over and grabbed Lisa’s wrist and placed her hand onto her friend’s bare chest.“Holly, you don’t mind if your friend feels you up, do you?” I asked, trying not to display my amusement.“Oh, heck no!” Holly smiled. “Just some good kinky fun between friends.”Lisa’s hand lay still for just a moment before her lust and curiosity took over. She began to slide her hand gently over Holly’s breasts, caressing her swollen nipples. Seemingly in a trance, she stepped. My father taught me the signs, the tracks on the arms of course, but also the wide irises of speed freaks and the pinned irises of junkies, like your eyes Joseph, and Sheila's. I knew she did this to you, and I'll never forgive her for it. My father cried that night, all night. He is a sensitive man, I would see tears well up at unexpected moments, but that was the only time he cried out loud. The bastard not only killed himself with the shit, but he hurt my father, not to mention losing his.